We’re all a little broken. Yet some pieces still manage to fit together.
I don’t need you to worry about me. I need your heart.[to Joe]
We’re perfect for each other.[to Joe]
Publicity, it has a way of flattening. Flattening you and the people you love into types.
No one who tries to love you really measures up when you’re a twin.
Relationships are scary. You don’t get all that goodness and possibility with zero risk.
Somebody does need to die for this to end for good.[to Joe]
Find the people that get you. Lean on them.