Dead people are infinities of maybes. - J. Michael Straczynski

When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree by the river of truth, and tell the whole world 'No, You Move'.

run outside and shit beside a dumpster, just blasting like a firehose, and a cat runs out covered in awfulness and all I wanted was to die, right then and there, in front of God and everyone.

I used to wonder which would be harder: having no one to believe in you or someone who believes in you so much that their love could burn you to the ground. Someone who knows you can give more than you think you can. Not just love. Ferocity.