Hand fits giving, so do it, that’s what the Gospel said to me. Life fits living, so let your judgments go.
Looking at my life, it’s very clear to me, I lived so selfishly.
You didn’t understand or care to know, you get your education from your lovers.
Nothing lasts forever. Should I?
Hollywood, how can it hurt you when it looks so good?
I tried to be a boy, I tried to be a girl, I tried to be a mess.
I learned a lot about humility and patience, keeping my mouth shut.
I was never satisfied with casual encounters, I can’t hide my need for two hearts that bleed with burning love.
I could bring you so much pleasure, erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body.
With every breath, I’m deeper in you.
Every actor wants to get their two cents in about a scene at the end of the day.
You only see what your eyes want to see. How can life be what you want it to be?
They’re only words, unless they’re true.
If you have to ask for something more than once or twice, it wasn’t yours in the first place. And that’s hard to accept when you love someone.
You’re so consumed with how much you get, you waste your time with hate and regret.
You bring me to my knees, while I’m scratching out the eyes of a world I want to conquer, and deliver, and despise. And right while I am kneeling there, I suddenly begin to care. And understand that there could be a person that loves me.
Filmmaking is such a collaboration. At a certain point, I suppose you do have to let go and trust the people you’re working with.
Hurt that’s not supposed to show, and tears that fall when no one knows.
When my world seems to crumble all around, and foolish people try to bring me down, I just think of your smile face, and I’m flying.
I miss New York. I still love how people talk to you on the street – just assault you and tell you what they think of your jacket.