When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.
The ideas choose me, not the other way around.
History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.
I only just found you, I can't lose you now
Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate. Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.
What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?