Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.

Love is the worst earthquake there is. Can crush you to the thickness of your bones. Love can be like cancer sometimes. Terminal. It can make you vomit. It can make you want to cut it out. It can take you over against your will.

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

Choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything.

That was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out, to make myself look tougher. Not like some of those kids who keep going deeper and deeper, wondering what they look like down to the bone, because it's a world that's so close and yet so far and so dangerous and so much their own. The only world that is their own.

Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together