“Darlin if I could, I would fall for someone good.”

I spend every evening praying for the dawn.

There’s no reason keepin’ secrets, maybe regret is a weakness.

I give you piece’s of my secrets like religion to believe in.

Baby, I’ve tried, but I can’t unlove you.

The hardest part of leaving is to make it look so easy… isn’t that the unfortunate fuckin truth.

I remember I was there for you bitches, when nobody cared for you bitches.

Life can be fuckked upppp… but it sure is beautiful.

My mind is scarier than my demons.

Things don’t always work out the way you plan and we’ve discovered that sometimes for the best.

It’s always been hard for me to walk away from people I love when I’ve grown to become reliant on even some of their most harmful traits.

I will always love the worst of you.

It’s easier to let a heart wait than make a heartbreak.

I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .

Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it’s a British expression. There’s no couture in their darling.

Darling, the legs aren’t so beautiful, I just know what to do with them.

Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.

Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)

In my heart where I’ve built a wall, you grew loving vines in my days of doubts and gray clouds, you said; “in my eyes, darling you shine” Maybe you loved me then but I know, I loved you too late.

Cry it all out darling because sometimes what you need is a good cry.

How much sadness can you contain inside your heart? How much more darling, till it gets enough?