Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.
We're just like a movie based on a book-- almost, but not quite as good.
But you couldn’t touch this kid right now, bullets would have dodged him.
My body is a metronome, keeping time for the universe.
You are what you love, not who loves you.
What are you looking at?” she asks. What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was put on this earth to find? Yes.