Every little thing you do is tragic, I thought, slamming the car door shut behind me. 

Every little...

Remember everything that I told you when we were seventeen. Remember the feeling of that Stevie Nick...

I know that it will hurt, this dark room. I know that it will hurt – this deep breath right now, tha...

Sorry seeder, bottom feeder. You know why this makes me think of you. The problem is, I thought you ...

Sorry seeder, bottom feeder. What might it mean to seed sorry in someone? Body feeder, bottom feeder...

Tell her everything's gonna be fine. Tell her she can stop shaking. Tell her she's not alone, althou...

Give me a reason to love you. What do you want to say to me? You probably want to say that back to m...

We will be spelled in blood. Who thinks thoughts like that outside of moments like this? When the da...

Fingertips have memories. It's not my fingertips so much as my right palm that remembers you, rememb...

I am not really here. I'm an illusion. I'm so perfectly put together you can look right past me. Ple...

I know the way these things begin. I don't know why I want to say they begin with a spritz of Obsess...

My shoes filled with blood. Picture these strappy, satin dance shoes - latin, three inch heel, dyed ...