Sometimes its good to come back when you least expect to.
I've always believed in God. I'm just not so sure he believes in me.
You can live with me in this house I've built out of writers blocks.
This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.
We're just like a movie based on a book-- almost, but not quite as good.
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.