I Want Bruises On My Thigh.

I want bruises on my thigh.

Does no one understand the intimacy of sharing your writing? That there are parts of me in my writing that I might not be aware of.

We all have standards until it comes to fictional characters.

I understand now how people can suddenly believe and not believe. The faiths fades in and it fades out. We make a decision and that decision affects everything.

Sometimes, I think the stories of old were just used to explain the complicated simply. It was about the delicate balances of the world and we just use different stories to describe it, but ultimately we were trying to say the same thing.

I want the music so loud that I can't even think. And nothing can get that loud.