I never went to Albuquerque expecting to find love. I thought it had found me there, followed me home. I never came home expecting to lose love in the space of one brief telephone call. Is it always so short-lived?
Just keep on shining that light. The rest will take care of itself.
The only thing about myself I know for sure is that I don’t know anything.
A Problem Is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist.
Death Is only the easy way out if you are the one who dies.
But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I’m not liable for my actions. So screw it, I’ll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions.
Don’t you know? We’re connected by an invisible chain. It’s very long, very light. But also very strong. It can’t rust. Can’t break. And the only thing that can sever it is if you ever stop loving me.
Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.
And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I’m alive, despite this living death.
Love is for children and dimwads.
We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.
Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster.
But hey, I’m not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?
So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.
Afraid to Die Loveless Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that’s how you’ll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen.
Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.
God i’ve missed you. I can’t wait to give you your present. He kisses me hotter this time, and beneath me, through his denim and mine. I can feel the promise of his Christmas gift soon to come.
One kiss, I was totally hooked.
The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me.
Clear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute you’re jungle fever. The next you’re Artic winter.