I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
God,’ he said, ‘I have to have you.’
‘Take me. Own me. Use me. Pick a verb. Just please.’
‘Fuck you. I’m going to fuck you. That’s my verb.
i may seem like an angry person on the surface but deep inside im actually angrier
Darling, your looks can kill.