“He needed to tell her what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted and crooked, wrong but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her.”
“my bed is my coffin. maybe my world is huge amounts of caffeine. i go to u everyday to die, cant i turn off my dream? im dancing a dance i cant stop. i think & think & think & think. i think about how i shouldnt be thinking. round & round, are you happy?”