Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.

But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

If you heard your lover scream in the next room and you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor, in a small puddle of blood. You wouldn't rush to the pinkie and say, 'Darling, are you OK? ' No, you'd wrap your arms around his shoulders and worry about the pinkie later. The same holds true if you heard the scream, ran in and saw his hand or -god forbid- his whole arm. But suppose you hear your lover scream in the next room, and you run in and his head is on the floor next to his body. Which do you rush to and comfort first?

I graduated first in my class from alibi school.