Not Being Perfect Hurts.

I Thought How Strange It Had Never Occurred To Me Before That I Was Only Purely Happy Until I Was Nine Years Old.

Love Is A Shadow. How You Lie And Cry After It

Wear Your Heart On Your Skin In This Life.

The Body Is Amazingly Stubborn When It Comes To Sacrificing Itself To The Annihilating Directions Of The Mind.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?