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Memory is a giggling sprite and will not be tamed. She takes flight the moment the present becomes the past.

People drain me, even the closest of friends, and I find loneliness to be the best state in the union to live in.

I love drugs, but I hate hangovers, and the hatred of the hangover wins by a landslide every time.

Try to love someone who you want to hate, because they are just like you, somewhere inside, in a way you may never expect, in a way that resounds so deeply within you that you cannot believe it.

Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to secure my heart.

Some people are that - more than a parent, more than a role model, more than anything less than a religion.

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

Thankfully, beauty is easier to remove than apply, and a swipe of demaquillage in the right direction and you are you once again.

Ugly. Is irrelevant. It is an immeasurable insult to a woman, and then supposedly the worst crime you can commit as a woman. But ugly, as beautiful, is an illusion.

Politics has less to do with where you live than where your heart is.