We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters

You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.

Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.

I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.

It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.

It's important to tell your story. It's important to listen.

Any love that is love is right.