There are few weapons more dangerous than our wounds, and, being wounded, there are things we all do that we would often rather die than face. - Andrea Gibson

Love is the only war worth dying for. But every time I say 'please, come back', I feel like I'm trying to find a dirty needle into a haystack.

I'm not a pessimist, I'm just thinking about how she said, 'I love you,' while I was having a panic attack and how that means she's probably a liar and how she'll likely cut off her own nose to prove me wrong and how then she won't smell my pheromones and how then we'll both die of lesbian bed death.

and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath
the first time his fingers touched the keys
the same way a soldier holds his breath
the first time his finger clicks the trigger.
We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.