He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.

He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

Theres a lot to be said for bands who fight to be relevant. But CONVINCING people you're relevant? Thats like telling people its not raining when they're soaking wet.

Girls are like apples...the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that's why it's a sin. Because you're beating God at his own game.

I want so badly to tell Her it’s going to be all right, that I’ll leave the band and forget this silly crusade. I want to tell Her that I am ready to settle for this life, that she is all I will ever need in the world, and that we’ll never be apart. I want to tell Her that I will protect Her forever. But none of that would be the truth. So I don’t say anything at all.

Everyones greatest fantasy is to walk away from the life (they think)you lead