“Turn over a new leaf, fuck it turn over the whole tree.”

“Emo is over, you can all go home now”

“However,when given the chance, many people choose cocaine over love. I wouldn’t say that’s abad choice. The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin. OxyContin,“the cuddling hormone,” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, is like ecstasy;every touch tingles. I think I read that somewhere. Love exists in powder. Love exists inpills. We are all addicts.”

“He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.”

“These jeans looked so good on me when I looked in the mirror I wanted to fuck myself.”

“He sang “I wish I weren’t me” over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on the same stupid boy. Until the days blurred into a haze and the boy dropped into a depression. Not a cool dark room and cigarette depression like the songs he loved, but one that felt like he was being smothered by a safe, suburban, monotonous blanket. Everything felt like a headache to the boy. Every face, every stupid stuttered sentence all wrapped up into the biggest headache ever. So the boy took an aspirin. And another and another and then went to sleep, lullabyed by hopes he would never wake up to.”

“so id burn this whole city down just to show you the light”