His Eyes Are The Color

This Is What Happens When You Try To Help People. You Get Screwed.

Now I'd Rather Be Infected With Love For The Tiniest Sliver Of A Second Than Live A Hundred Years Smothered By A Lie.

Fridays Are The Hardest In Some Ways: You’re So Close To Freedom.

Maybe All Of These Different Possibilities Exist At The Same Time, Like Each Moment We Live Has A Thousand Other Moments Layered Underneath It That Look Different.

You Have To Understand. I Wasn't Just Thinking Of Me. I Was Thinking Of Her, Too.