Love Weaves Itself From Hundreds

But If I Didn’t Want To Be Alone, Then Why Didn’t I Want To Be With Anyone Else?

Now When I Have To Remember A Date, All I Have To Do Is Consult My Rap Sheet.

The World Loves Stupid Labels. I Wish We Got To Choose Our Own.

I Preferred To Hang Out With The Dead, Dying, Or Desperate Books - Used We Call Them, In A Way That We'd Never Call A Person, Unless We Meant It Cruelly

I Barely Notice Colors Unless I Taste Them. Not The Yellows Or The Greens. I Taste The Deeper Blues. The Darker Reds.