You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.

I always write out of a need to read something, rather than a need to write something.

Sadness of love without release.

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.