Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)

Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.

I would have done anything to feel real again.

I've always believed clear-eyed sobriety was for the harder hearted.

The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.

To pretend to be calm is to be calm, in a way.

It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn't so.