The Ideas Choose Me, Not The Other

After All, Once You Know That Part Of Something Exists, It Stands To Reason That The Rest Of It Is Somewhere Out There, Too.

Someone Once Told Me That When You Give Birth To A Daughter, You've Just Met The Person Whose Hand You'll Be Holding The Day You Die.

When You Want Something Bad, You'll Tell Yourself A Thousand Lies.

Listen,” She Said. “i May Not Be What You Want Right Now, But I’m All You’ve Got.

Lately, I Have Been Having Nightmares, Where I'm Cut Into So Many Pieces That There Isn't Enough Of Me To Be Put Back Together.