When you lie, the temperature of your nose rises. Incidentally, so does the temperature of your loins.
I’m addicted to the pain you cause me. And, like any addict, I keep chasing the elusive high.
They say you’re on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back. But what if you’re uninterested in looking ahead?
I want someone to look at me the way I look at rails of cocaine.
A clean anus is the devil’s playground.
Feelings are visitors that have better places to be than with me.
Tonight’s forecast: 99% chance of self-loathing.
Without a doubt, it was your soullessness that drew me in.
Fear is a liar. Then again, so is hope.
Let’s do weird shit to each other and then never speak again.
Memories are reconstructed every time we think of them, which would explain why I detest you less than I should.
Philophobia is the fear of falling in love, which is stupid and irrational considering love is just a myth.
The worst part of my body is my body.
You make me hurt myself in the most wonderful ways.
Happiness is attainable.
Brutal Simplicity Theme