"when we fucked for the first time it was glorious though i still can’t decide, upon reflection, whether it was the execution or the alcohol..."
"there's a hold in my particular bucket that can't be filled with mud or straw, though that would be a handy solution..."
"It seems to me that the difference between sane and crazy is just a matter of degree. So, I’m not crazy, per se, I’m just a little more unwell than the rank and file."
"i was old at twenty,
cynical in the ways of love,
having loved and lost a time or two.
i was smarter than i am now,
certain of my conclusions and stances,
able to categorize the world neatly into black and white..."
"I was driving home the other day when I had an epiphany – I don’t have to live my life for other people.
This isn’t a new thought and it’s certainly not unique. It’s an idea I’ve been exposed to repeatedly but have failed to execute; however, there, on the side of the road as I pulled the mail out of the mailbox, it came to me again and this time I felt it in my bones.
Suddenly, it seemed visceral."