My brain goes very easily into the darkness. It always has. There are people who like to see what's under the rock and people who don't, and for some reason I've always been one of those to say, 'Hey, let's flip over that rock.'
Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite
A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.
Everytime people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.
People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.
Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.
Most beautiful, good things were done by women people scorn.
My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don't need to give myself the willies. I'm quite good at that - I can freak myself out wherever I am.