and the HE stands up. if frenchy’s could bottle him up and sell him as porn, they’d probably own half of chicago within a year. he’s what would happen after nine months if abercrombie fucked...

it’s colder than a witch’s tit in a steel bra

I’d pick you, I say. Fuck it, I do pick you. I want you to come over to my house in twenty years with your dud and your adopted kids and I want our fucking...

I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually. And-God, I hope you won’t take this personally-but I love my best friend more than anyone in the world.

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.

Shouldn’t letting go be painless if you’ve never learned how to hold on?

is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in.