“The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.” 

-Virginia Woolf

I can either be the person I want to be alone, or somebody else, with you. 

I hope I fucked with your head at least a fraction of the amount you fucked with mine. 

You can go anywhere you want; don’t be held back. 

The wonderful thing about being fabulous is that it’s entirely his loss. 

You’ll be the one to miss me this time. I’m not coming back for you. 

I don’t want to be fragile any more. I want to be powerful. 

We have a whole universe of time in our hands; no need to rush.