“I may be skinny, but my love for you – its heavier than heavy.”

He’s my red adrenaline sky, but I just prayer he never paints me blue.

Its always the quiet ones who love the loudest.

I turned us into poetry because this is how we remain.

You give me butterflies in a stomach full of moths.

She’s a architect – building castle out things that nearly destroyed her.

Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.

Pride – it screams a lot louder than love sometimes.

And I cant deny – you’re the lesson I’m willing to love in this life.

He tells me “I miss you,” and I tell him “I miss myself too.”

That life you’re living – is it really yours?

I don’t want us to be together to drown the ghost of someone else.

You feel like you win when you play trivia with my brain and charades with my heart.

The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.

I am not afraid of fire. It was fire who taught me to swim.

When you wish water was vodka – that’s how you know shit hurts.

You’re holding the world and its woes. But in the end who’s holding you?

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.

I have to feel like I’m in control of my body.

We are not to consider the world as the body of God: he is an uniform being, void of organs, members, or parts; and they are his creatures, subordinate to him, and subservient to his will.

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.

The good Lord gave you a body that can stand most anything. It’s your mind you have to convince.

I choose not to make a graveyard of my body for the rotting corpses of dead animals.

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.

Are not rays of light very small bodies emitted from shining substances?