“If I could choose one place to be right now - fuck Copenhagen and Cuba. I’d be at right beside you, wherever you are, smiling.”

“Waiting for a hot pocket to cook we’d fuck and be satisfied, barefoot on new york city apartment linoleum. A satisfying hot pocket and a big ass smile and a tight ass grip and a wall beside a random pipe beside the stove where we left palm and dick prints. We fucked like this. Three condoms in an hour and a half and where are you now? Holding the hand of some local dude you wish was a little more international, wishing you had known I was enough and asked me to stay. You are standing in the kitchen waiting for popcorn to pop while he washes dishes, not knowing I’m wishing back for you.”

“But you're sleep, and you're a few miles away, and I have no means to get to you right now, so I’m writing.”

“The right people make you realize fame and fortune is cool, but small moments of pure freedom is better.”

“i don't believe the world will end, but i believe stones will wear away. so i don't care what you place on my tombstone.”

“I have to believe in reincarnation. believing that I'll be in one place forever is a hell in itself.”

“Tell me what you’re looking for and i will become that for you. I can sacrifice my inner freedoms for you without looking twice at my old journals and solid promises I made to myself about such things. But you must be prepared to kill me when the smiles are no longer frequent. Do it while I sleep. While I hold your hand. Do it fast, baby. Do it fast.”