A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.
One thing I've learned about myself is that I can accomplish anything I want to. The caveat is that I have to want to do it. I've never been able to forge desire.
When I was just a cute little caterpillar, you loved me. So I became a butterfly so you would never leave.
Some women feel the need to act like they're never scared, needy or hurt; like they're as hardened as a man. I think that's dishonest. It's ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragili...
Our eventual fate will be the sum of the stories we told ourselves long enough.
I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.
There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable heart in open hands.
I had a dream about you last night. I was alone on a dark night and you came to me as a firefly. I knew it was you because you were the brightest.
Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.
I had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite, and I thought I was as ostrich, because I hadn’t figured out how to put the fly in flight. On...
I had a dream about you. We installed Dr. Robert Jarvik’s artificial heart in a mannequin and brought it to life, only to later kill it because a creature that’s all fake heart and no brain is what’s...
If I could bronze my love, it’d be worthy of a silver medal.
My love is meatloaf flavored. I just wish my meatloaf was also meatloaf flavored.
She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, “Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.
Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.
I love being in love, but I also love other things, like not being jealous, overly sensitive, or needy.
I make love with a focus and intensity that most people reserve for sleep.
I’m a fake fact factory. The things I make are the things I make up. Also, as a side business, I make love. Actually, I just made that up.
My love is pizza shaped. Won’t you have a slice? It’s circular, so there’s enough to go around.
Making love to me is amazing. Wait, I meant: making love, to me, is amazing. The absence of two little commas nearly transformed me into a sex god.
