“A mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.”

Love me like my demons do.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.

You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong—I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.

Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.

But I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone.

There’s a difference between loving someone as they are whole, and wanting to see all of their pieces. I’ve understood this for a while now, and I don’t fault anyone for it.

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.

Be you. All of you. Without consequence. Without judgment.

I need someone who sees the fire in my eyes and wants to play with it.

Life is going to break your heart. Remember to say thank you.

Funny how being fucked isn’t nearly as pleasing as I remember.

I can resist everything except temptation.

Don’t play with the Devil, he always cheats.

The secret is, first, get a thoroughbred horse because they are the most nervous animals on earth. Then get the biggest gun you can find and make sure the starter fires that big gun right by the nervous thoroughbred’s ear.

You got beef, bring your cow, I will cattle you.

Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.

She’s a child of war. Stronger than a bomb with a lioness’s roar.

People always say he can run and he can jump. So can a deer and you wouldn’t put a deer in the game.

I am from the jungle where the lion eats the cobra.

Like a wild cat in the Serengeti, I land on my feet and transcend reality.

It was bad enough to have toppled from the Olympic heights to make my living competing with animals. But the competition wasn’t even fair. No man could beat a race horse, not even for 100 yards.