Don't ever let go, my Romeo. I need you more than I need air to breathe.

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted w h o r e. She loves salting my wounds...yes, she enjoys nothing more.

I hate to break it to you but if apathy defines my generation, yours is defined by disappointing us to where we don't even see the point anymore.

So you're taking these pills to fill up your soul, and you're drinking them down with cheap alcohol, and I'd be inclined to be yours for the taking, and be a part of this terrible mess that you're making.

You better wake up and smell the roses before they're on your coffin lid.

Embrace me and I will decay you.

I cut the throat of betrayal to watch her bleed.

Love is always hungry. Always looking for a heart to eat and make it bleed out.

I made nice and acted generous-but old wounds have begun to pester.

The road to Hell is ordered by the righteous, planned by the well-meaning, and paved with their good intentions.