Whims and Diddies. Pimps and Titties.

All these tattoos, I’ve got… I was trying to cover myself up and make something that was ugly, look pretty, look cool. I was trying to make something that was gross and stupid and ugly, suddenly become more interesting. And it’s all bullshit. But, hey, if you stay drunk long enough you’ll believe it works until you sober up.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.