Pretty girls make graves

No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

fear life but don't die, your alone, everybody's alone, oh Cody Pomeray you can't win you can't lose all is ephemeral all is hurt

I'll go to the south of Sicily in the winter, and paint memories of Arles – I'll buy a piano and Mozart me that – I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life – This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.