Accidents. It's all about the accidents.

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

First you inspect me Then you dissect me Then you reject me I wait for the day That you'll resurrect me "Animate

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.