Dirty Valentine

We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.

I'm sorry. We know how it works. The world is no longer mysterious.

Little Beast

3 There are many names in history but none of them are ours.

4 Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside.

7 Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this-- swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles.

The Torn-Up Road

2 I wanted to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that I ran out into the street to prove something, that he didn't love me.

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.

Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven, even though we didn't deserve it.

Visible World

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

Boot Theory

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.

A Primer for the Small Weird Loves

5 Things happen all the time, things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us.

Saying Your Names

All night I stretched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.

Planet of Love

I have a megaphone and you play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

Wishbone

If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand. Do you know how it ends? Do you feel lucky?

Driving, Not Washing

It starts with bloodshed, always bloodshed, always the same running from something larger than yourself story.

The Dislocated Room

We have not been given all the words necessary. We have not been given anything at all.