“Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.”

What good is forever when all we have is now?

Don’t ever think I am fragile because I asked you to handle me with care. It was not a plea, it was a warning. My strength keeps me safe but I can’t say the same for you.

In leaving me you turned of the future into a creature of the past.

These secrets sit sourly on my tongue. They linger the longer I go without a sip of your sweet elixir.

How exhausting it must be to fear death, when you can simply howl at the moon.

Your lips I see they without from me, but your eyes can’t keep a secret.

The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.

You met me whole and left me broken.

I don’t need you to myself in order to love you as my own.

Nothing is ever black and white but I’m sick and tired of all the grey area.

Find yourself a friend who makes you let go of secrets you didn’t know you were keeping.

You and I are the greatest love story ever untold.

I met you the way a fast car meets a tree. The slightest slip sent me careening into you. Half-conscious I remained at the scene, bones broken, blood spilled, fire burning.

The machines greed knows no limits.

Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.

You are more than anything and everything that has happened to you.

Fashion is in my blood. I feel more sexy and beautiful with it.

She is a voice that can never be silenced, even if her echoes are transformed from blood and ink to rare gems.

The great questions of the day will not be settled by means of speeches and majority decisions but by iron and blood.

I don’t believe in conspiracy theories. I’m just a cold-blooded investigator.

Family is something your heart accepts, not something your blood relates.

Eyes bloodshot, words insane, anxious thoughts, feelings ashamed. After all, it was the heart to be blamed.

If you were ever to cut my flesh open, i would bleed in broken dreams & love i failed to give. for all that i have not done consume me more than all of the things I’ve done.

I stretch in the morning a lot and I do a lot of saunas and steam rooms during fashion week just to keep my blood flowing.