She was blonde but she dyed her hair black made her fortune lying on her back

Toes across the floor

Your throat I take grasp. Then your eyes roll back.

Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real Look at the pages that cause all this evil

You remind me of broken glass, everytime t try to pick you up and put you together I get hurt.

I shred your bullshit poetry. I wreck your positivity.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

Human eyes are so obsessed with clarity. What if truth is a blur?

Often, it's the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

Sally Owens: He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a pony backwards.
Gillian Owens: What are you doing?
Sally Owens: Summoning up a true love spell called Amas Veritas. He can flip pancakes in the air. He'll be marvelously kind. And his favorite shape will be a star. And he'll have one green eye and one blue.
Gillian Owens: Thought you never wanted to fall in love.
Sally Owens: That's the point. The guy I dreamed of doesn't exist. And if he doesn't exist, I'll never die of a broken heart.

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.