“He’s just as fucked up as the rest of us. Some of us just wear our creep on our sleeves.”

He was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.

I may be unhinged, but I’m constantly working to channel my urges. It never stops, the self-restraint, the need for more.

It’s just a question. A question whose answer no longer has the power to hurt me.

Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.

Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.

Gifts are meant to be wrapped. Honestly, it’s basic etiquette.

Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.

I quickly learned I needed someone who specifically enjoyed, or at the very least could take it, when I hit that point of blinding release. Every time, I lost all sense of the control I work so hard at maintaining.

We have no use for people who don’t want to be here.

Doesn’t he know I want everything? And in return, I’ll give him all of me.

Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined— love me there.

Like I’m a puzzle to be worked out and he’s got all damn day.

Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

There’s nothing more dishonest than words.

Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.

Unless you’re willing to look a little foolish, forget the possibility of becoming great.

I think that the longer I look good, the better gay men feel.

Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great.

Beauty draws us with a single hair.

You got to believe in yourself. Hell, I believe I’m the best-looking guy in the world and I might be right.

My kitchen looks like the one from my childhood – very homey, with a little bit of Alice in Wonderland!

Regardless of how you feel inside, always try to look like a winner.

If one’s reputation is a possession, then of all my possessions, my reputation means most to me.