Tragedy Is The Most Ridiculous Thing.

I Love You More Than My Own Skin And Even Though You Don’t Love Me The Same Way, You Love Me Anyways, Don’t You? And If You Don’t, I’ll Always Have The Hope That You Do, And I’m Satisfied With That. Love Me A Little. I Adore You.

To Trap One's Self-suffering Is To Risk Being Devoured From The Inside.

I Leave You My Portrait So That You Will Have My Presence All The Days And Nights That I Am Away From You.

I Never Paint Dreams Or Nightmares. I Paint My Own Reality.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”