There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever. We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.

She pulls me toward her, tells me, “You’re sweet, you know that?” I crack a smile. Life will not tear us apart this time. Our hearts will see to it.

But our love isn’t easy because it’s not meant to be. It requires work and sacrifice and protection. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, not right now, with the morning sun making the curtains glow and Her arms around my neck and the sounds of the street so far away. I’m in it for the long haul, I’m not going away.

I think everyone should go crazy at least once in their life. I don't think you've truly lived until you've thought about killing yourself.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.

He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.

dont let anyone tell you what you are ever- that way you never run the danger of becoming anything but what you believe in.