Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls my life.

I regret opening up to some people; they didn’t deserve to know me like that.

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

If you see something beautiful in someone, speak it.

I am both worse and better than you thought.

The idea is to die young as late as possible.