Vanity, in a fairy tale, will make you evil. Vanity in the real world will drive you nuts. Vanity makes you say things like “I deserved a better life than this.

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.

A kid under a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us, only pretending to be invisible.

Someone is digging your grave right now.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.