It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

He was full of the restless, dissatisfied energy that always seemed to move into his heart after he visited home these days. It had something to do with the knowledge that his parents’ house wasn’t truly home anymore — if it had ever been — and something to do with the realization that they hadn’t changed; he had.

it's just another way to die

hey Lynch I didn't leave that car for it to sit while you just blow III

We don't have time to be sad