there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.

You were destroyed by what you befriended.

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

In a capitalistic society the losers slaved for the winners and you have to have more losers than winners.

nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.

Insanity is relative. Who sets the norm?