My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours

What? You’d dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?” That’s when you need a drink the most.

I guess for me Hemingway is a lot like it is for others: he goes down well when we are young.

my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love... she has saved me from everything that is not here

I have no time for things that have no soul.

The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.

You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.