The monster likes to talk; he jumps into your head and opens your mouth, making it spout your deepest darkest deceptions. Making you say all the things you'd rather not say, at least not in mixed company." (Ellen Hopkins)

Real love shouldn't be disposable.

Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death.

I don’t think God has a gender. I don’t think God hates gays or Democrats, and I don’t think you have to be Born Again to find your way to Heaven. I believe God expects us to care for one another, even those who are different. God wants us to be good stewards of this planet, and that means not wasting or violating its resources. Most of all, it means not blowing it up. Especially not in God’s name.

Don't make me laugh, I'd much rather cry.