“The prince of darkness is a gentleman.”

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

I’m a bird trapped in a self-made cage.

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

Eva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline.

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

Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.

We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

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.