My aches have aches.

Fear is the vehicle in which love can do its worst.

I don’t need the facts. I’m a Pisces.

You never reallyknow about thepeople who daydream ofkilling you.

Failure is the new success.

I’ve looked at somuch porn thatevery woman I meetlooks vaguelyfamiliar

and tonight we held each other, one last time,like a dance to aslow songon an empty floor, underneath a singledisco ballin front of no oneat all

We had scar-tissueromance and ours wasa relationship of sayinggoodbye—every timewe fought, every timewe fucked, and every timewe called it quits, beforepicking up our knivesagain

He was tiredof being calleda fag and teasedfor his sexualityby one of the guards,so he tried to hanghimself, twiceThe kid got a littlecloser the secondtime, but I won’t bearound to see athird

It’s sadthat burnt marshmallowsmake me think ofmethamphetamine,when theyshould bringback childhoodmemories ofs’mores