Perhaps a mind's only fine when it pretends. Must be why it always begins again.

Imagine saying no until it excites you; 'til it bores you. Imagine saying no until you can't imagine wasting you breath on the syllable.

I’ve never much identified with sad. I’ve been hurt and torn and scared. Flippant, anxious, wary. I’ve known the sting of betrayal’s...

Remind yourself at the end, before I crawl my way in, under your skin.

Learning who and what and how to love is a messy, messy process. But the heartaches and mistakes, if learned from, will better you.

I close my eyes and try to memorize the patterned sound of squeak-creak-squeak-creak, as our chair rocks back and forth atop the uneven wood

You know when the train’s comin' - How fast it’s goin’ - And that you’re standin’ - Where it’s headed.

There’s this part of me that hungers for the bloodlet. It’s like breaking a bone to set a sprain or lighting a controlled burn to put out...

I have always been a cautious person... Someone who errs more towards toeing the water than diving in, head first. So when friends urged...