Dakota Warren Quotes

I learned that lost is nice when you're not ready to be found.

IT'S PURGATORY BUT ITS LIVEABLE

God died before we were born. Our grandparents felt the last of him, that's why they nail crosses above their beds and drape rosaries from their necks. There's no heaven anymore and they'll take that to their grave. He'll be stuck in limbo and we'll probably meet Him there and just because we're baptised doesn't mean we're owed salvation. The angels are homesick and they can't find their wings, and I think I met an angel in hospital, but we're sick, and they're dying, and there's a difference. There is a difference. We all have blood on our hands but we're all too clean for hell.

I am pinewood / chest pains / poisoned apples / dog-eared pages / and I am the switchblade / in the back pocket of your baby blue jeans / sharp and made for hunting.

Insomniac's Lullaby It is 3.13am and in milk-tooth slices the moon pokes through blinds and dapples my teenage bedroom alabaster white, cotton ichor of a godless sky planting silk-soft kisses on half-chewed fingertips - and if this is what they mean by purgatory, please tell my mum I'm alright.