Fear owns me because I let it. Because I obsess over it, name it, raise it, and nurture it to become perfect. It is one of the few things in my life that I can control.

Emo is over, you can all go home now

I'm a bit of a tease. I'd make out with a lot of people but not go beyond that.

Underwear. It's like a god damned leash. It also constantly reminds me of how funny I look naked.

And I could write it better than you ever felt it.

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

We're just like a movie based on a book-- almost, but not quite as good.