I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.

I want to smash this concrete world into oblivion. I want to be bigger, better, stronger. I want to be the bird that flies away.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

Insane for your sweet, sweet love!

Torture is not torture when there’s any hope of relief.

Hope can make people do terrible things.

A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.