“No waiting by the phone not doing it. For he is not all that I am.”

And as he unzipped her dress she buttoned her soul.

I love you but not at any cost.

The lover only gets what is offered not a shred more.

Bees and butterflies in my belly with you on my mind they chase each other around.

We all deserve someone who gives a damn.

You put love in my eyes.

Don’t you dare take what I’m giving away more than willingly, for granted.

Why are you ignoring my heart so aggressively?

If the love includes you doubting your own worth it is not a love worth keeping.

I’ll just be my own world.

Don’t just scratch my surface make my entire soul purr.

From opal mornings to indigo nights I think about you, all the time.

I want to kiss you so much it hurts and I want to caress your skin until it no longer does.

Autumn makes us pull up our feet and curl up with our hearts.

What a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.

You calm my soul and set it on fire at the same time.

Armed with nothing more than a Facebook user’s phone number and home address.

Downloading a Tamagotchi egg onto my phone is possibly the loudest my biological clock has ever ticked.

I took two important phone calls while in the shower today because I’m a goddam professional.

I visualize myself winning the Olympic Pentathlon, inventing a phone that can be controlled by brain waves, or doing the laundry.

When one is undone—sprawled across the cold tile of a public bathroom in a pool of one’s own vomit, or shivering in the back of a taxi in a pair of urine-soaked skinny jeans with no money for cab fare and a dead cell phone battery.

There will come a day when the phone doesn’t ring as much as it used to.

Some day I’m gonna call me up on the phone, so when I answer, I can tell myself to shut up.

The idea of prosthetics is a tool. Most people’s cell phones are prosthetics. If you leave your cell phone at home.