No more let Life divide what Death can join together.
All sad people like poetry. Happy people like songs.
I have run from the darkness for so long, only to find myself in a place darker still.
Your father loves you very much and would do anything to save you. But I love you in a different way. I love you enough to kill you.
You know the true path to freedom? Open any vein.
To be beautiful is to be almost dead.
There are things within us all that can never be unleashed.
I love storms. Primordial. Every bit of civilization gone. Everything true coming out.
You once said we name things so they don’t frighten us. I’m not frightened. His name is Dracula.
You have to give them names or they’ll never come to life.
We’re all awkward in love.
Those in the service of the demon are irrevocably marked.
