Los Angeles is full of places to hide a body, but when the person inside the body doesn’t love you, it’s not an easy thing, turning that breathing person into a dead one.
There is nothing more terrifying than realizing that the one who knows you best loves you least, pities you even.
I fold my hands under my head and tell the books all about you. They listen, Beck. I know it sounds crazy, but they do.
You are a monster, deathly, solipsistic to the bone and you’re blasphemous because all you want is You
