I was glad when the invalids were executed

And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.

Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.

It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.