In One Of The Tents, Julian Is

But That's The Problem With Love - It Acts On You, Works Through You, Resists Your Attempts To Control.

Nobody Ever Said Life Was Fair.

Mama, Mama, Put Me To Bed I Won’t Make It Home, I’m Already Half-dead I Met An Invalid, And Fell For His Art He Showed Me His Smile, And Went Straight For My Heart.

I Put My Forehead On His Collarbone, Place One Hand On His Chest. Its Rhythm Reassures Me: He Is Real, And He Is Now.

Love Is A Kind Of Possession. It’s A Poison.