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]
No one who tries to love you really measures up when you’re a twin.
Publicity, it has a way of flattening. Flattening you and the people you love into types.
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.
