I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

I paint flowers to prevent them from dying

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy as long as I can paint.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”