I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.

Theta blew out another plume of cigarette smoke. “Not interested. Love’s messy, kiddo. Let those other girls get moony-eyed and goofy. Me? I got plans.

Look, I know this seems a little half-assed...' 'No, dude. I'd be thrilled if this plan were half-assed. This is, like, no-assed.' 'You're right. It's the most no-assed thing I've ever done in my life.

We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.

My misery is reaching epidemic proportions.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.