Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

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.

He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.

The Worst part of acting like a jerk isn't when you're doing it. Its when you realize you were.

I'm not a real big fan of penises. Like my own, whenever I look at it, I just don't find anything attractive about it. I can't believe girls are into it. It blows my mind a little bit.

They finally pushed me out, It's cool though cos I hae a dog.

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.