i couldn’t handle my inferiority complex and my fear towards you, so i was protecting myself by thinking it was admiration.

i remember that gray day in november. the smell of rain, cigarettes, and coffee in the air.

if there was ever a time to run, it's whenever you see me show up.

i hope that was a good experience for you. just kidding, i don't really hope that. go to hell.

maybe there isn’t such a thing as fate. maybe it’s just the opportunities we’re given, and what we do with them. i’m beginning to think that maybe great, epic romances don’t just happen. we have to make them ourselves.

swear to god i'll make up everything and more when I get back someday.

i'll never be that me again.

i have an idea that this is what enduring love really means. your memories of a girl at seventeen become as real and vivid as the middle-aged woman sitting in front of you. it is a happy sort of double vision, this seeing and remembering.

she's gonna forever say, 'i got this,' even with tears in her eyes.

you deserve a nice long rest after everything you've just been through.

i pretended to chase my own monsters away. i’d say… ‘no monster’s gonna get you when i’m here.’ then a real monster showed up. and i just ran away.

i peeked in the bag. do you know what was in there? i'll tell you what was in there: a collapsible tray table. is there any sadder purchase in this fucking world? maybe a CD of c+c music factory's greatest hits, but that's about it.

you are good, yet you do not hate evil. you may be tormented by evil, but you carry on doing good. listen carefully: no matter what others tell you, this is a wonderful thing.

'let's just say you may regret that second piece of cake.' oh my god. regret cake? whatever was about to happen must be truly evil.

'what do you see in a fuck-up like me anyway?' '...myself, i suppose.'

she's gonna forever say, 'i got this,' even with tears in her eyes.

pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave 'cause i still feel alive.

you got this! i know you do.

he's exciting. i love him.

if you must blink, do it now.

she cackles and her accent is so thick that i feel bad for the words coming out of her mouth.

i want to spin something out of nothing. lead to gold. spring from winter. story from moted sky.

the more you raise your voice the harder it gets to hear.

i love you, and that's the beginning and end of everything.

one is loved because one is loved. no reason is needed for loving.

i got a terror i can't shake pushing down on my lungs. it's got me lying there awake with a hand on a gun.

don't worry... it's just a little blood. it's just a little blood, see? i'm okay.

if we were teenagers, i could kiss you. but i’m on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we’re too old to be young.

well i'm not about to give up before i've even tried!

you ooze joy and she is an open wound, shrill and wan, unfucked and unloved.

i don't want to die regretting how i've lived!

throw me in the river where the sharks lie ／ see if i swim, i'll learn to survive.

i'll love the devil because nobody else wants to.

he didn't have a natural laugh because he'd never felt real joy.

and even though it seems like half the world away, things will be better in america. heard the streets are gold there. maybe i can fly you out this place someday.

swear to god i'll make up everything and more when I get back someday.

this is more than just a phase, love.

everyone shut up! stop talking... i'm trying to think!

some people survive chaos, and it helps them to grow. some people thrive in chaos because it is all that they know.

i've been beside him during each anxious, haggerd breath. i've been beside him during every gasp of joy. and i'll be beside him until he draws his last breath.

if we were teenagers, i could kiss you. but i’m on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we’re too old to be young.

i still remember the feeling i felt when we first kissed.

uniting dreams beneath a banner of conquest. i praise your efforts at least. but foolish warriors, have you not learned? dreams disappear when the dreamer wakes. every last one of them with no exception.

can you guys shrek and fiona ten feet away from me? thank you.

our little, stupid conversation means more to me than you think.

i won't let you become a martyr. i won't let go of the last god damn thing that made this life worth living.

a photo essay (otherwise known as a fucking slide show)...

i want to sing like the birds sing, not caring about who hears or what they think.

when you're dodging, you're, 'afraid of getting hit.' when you're protecting someone, you're, 'afraid of them dying.' it's pathetic! you can't give into fear in a fight! when you're dodging, think, 'i won't let you hit me!' when you're protecting someone, think, 'i won't let you die!'

i deserved a better goodbye.