When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn't. I was everything to him and now I am nothing.

I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writingbecause I don't know howmuch longer I can hold on.

The goal was to get sane, to get whole, to be complete enough to support someone else.

You do it how you can do it, so long as it's getting done, you're okay.

What good is an “I LOVE YOU” If said only when you have to?What good is it to ride a horse if you cannot gallop?What good is it to believe in someone if you doubt your own belief?

The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars but in ourselves.

If you want small changes in your life, work on your attitude. But if you want big and primary changes, work on your paradigm.

War is politics by other means.

The best paths in life are rarely the easiest.

Are you fangalicious? -Jess, a random blogger I could never be as fangalicious as you'd want me to be.-Fang

I don't like being in public with headphones on. I don't know how people can do it. It seems like you're so cut off from your environment. I feel like I'd get hit by a car.

It'll be nice not to have to use my fake IDs anymore.

Domestic power structures are shaped in good part by global arrangements.

You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope.