Imagining The Future Is A

I Didn’t Need You, You Idiot. I Picked You. And Then You Picked Me Back.

Does My Eye Look Okay To You?

He Is Both The Source Of My Happiness And The One I Want To Share It With. I Have To Believe That’s A Sign.

That Doesn't Sound Like My Margo", She Said, And I Thought Of My Margo, And All Of Us Looking At Her Reflection In Different Funhouse Mirrors.

It Hurt, And That Is Not A Euphemism. It Hurt Like A Beating.