You cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.
Breathe. It’s only a bad day not a bad life.
I hate going to sleep with you on my mind and not in my bed.
The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.
i hope iphone 6 is a flip phone