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How is it possible to be both the predator and the prey all at the same time?

Sometimes,
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

You will always have all that I am. And if you thirst for more, I will bleed myself to quench you.

When you love something, you don’t threaten it. You don’t punish it. You fight for it. You take care of it. You put it first.

Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.

I was not made for love.

Intimacy is one of my most favorite reasons to be alive. And I don’t just mean the physical aspect it leads to. I mean the number of stories and jokes, and the level of honesty and compassion that lead to the point where I can trust you with my entire body. I’ve come to realize that I constantly hunger for spiritual intimacy – the kind where when I breathe you in, it sets my lungs on fire. The kind where you can look me in the eye and make me feel completely bare.