I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

If that happens again someone's gonna get shot.... with an arrow of love!

I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.

I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.

Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love.

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.