Her pointy claw scrapes against your fingers.

When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?

Final Words: "I don't want to go to heaven." May he rest in peace.

do you guys think jesus, the son of a carpenter, smelt the wood of the cross & temporarily thought of home

Your fate leads you right back to my arms. My body is your event horizon. Inescapable.

I'm still me, but I'm not somehow. It's hard to describe.

The stars are so fucking beautiful out here, man.

Fuck you all and fuck me as well. Merry Christmas. Check your bathroom now.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

What cannot be said will be wept

It can't have been a year already... It can't have been 5 years already... It can't have been 10 years already...

The world is as big as you want it to be.

I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

And when I die I shall not be forgotten.

You feel her clammy hand touch your back.

I am Jack's broken heart.

The world is as big as you want it to be.

You really are a shadow of what you were back then. Well, every good thing has to end.

"I can’t help it," said the scorpion. "It’s my nature."

You feel her clammy hand touch your back.

Happiness has to be fought for.

Do you like it? When my spine tickles you.

Its breath burns my face off

I am Jack's overwhelming sense of inadequacy.

Do you like it? When my spine tickles you.

Your existence is nothing but an echo of a dying god's screams. The unseen converges. Surrounds you. And it tightens like a noose.

Its some weird moment of vulnerability. The utter shock of it all crumbling a small hole in the wall he made to hide how much he secretly hated himself.

What cannot be said will be wept

The world's gone beautiful because it's about to die.

That's how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don't earn it. It's given.

And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

i hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child & fell asleep on the couch during a family party. i hope you can hear laughter from the next room

You tell me it's a cruel world and we're all running around in circles. I know that. I've been on this earth just as many days as you.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Its some weird moment of vulnerability. The utter shock of it all crumbling a small hole in the wall he made to hide how much he secretly hated himself.

I understand your misgivings. It is terrifying to become something new. It's a little bit like dying.

And that's why when I look into your eyes, it's the scariest feeling in the world...

I don't know. The only thing I do know... is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind - especially when we don't know what's going on.

And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She's got a hanker for plums and ain't nothing else gonna do.

Dear James, It's time for me to go. I'm sorry I never told you, but it's going to be okay. We'll see each other soon. From Noah

And when I die I shall not be forgotten.

I am Jack's broken heart.

There's no good outcome from a house fire.

That's how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don't earn it. It's given.

I'm still me, but I'm not somehow. It's hard to describe.

Some things you can't rewrite

The reflection wasn’t clear at all, but as you began to describe her grisly deformities, she began to "see" them.

it wants me to turn around, of course it does.

It doesn’t matter what you look like, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve changed. Stop wandering and come home.

The stars are so fucking beautiful out here, man.