I have a stalker, a beautiful one: the sunset. Every day she’s there, watching me, whether I watch her or not. - Jarod Kintz

I called to tell her I loved her, which was smart, because if I’d have done it in person, I’d have caught her with another man. I don’t care if he was my clone, it isn’t right and it pisses me off. I was backstabbed by myself.

A shopping cart flipped upside down forms a cage that I use to protect myself from consumerism.

My acquaintances aren’t worth the aqua I drink after they leave me thirsting for something more meaningful. I don’t want refillable relationships — I want connections so deep they are black abysses.