I have perfectly symmetrical ankles.
I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?
And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not.
No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.
You learn to move on without the people you love.
I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.
That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl.
Save your world. Love it. Protect it, and respect it and don't let haters represent it. Don't leave the saving to anyone else, ever, because, exhibit A - why, hello there - it's way too much for one person. And if you want to skip out on the responsibility train, my whole life - and death - will have been in vain. It's yours. It's all yours for taking! You're not going to waste it now, are you?
I think we need to tell stories that reflect our world.
The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.
On a mission your worst enemy is idle time.