I Love Writing. I Feel

I Had Been Right: Freedom Smelled Like Ozone And Thunderstorms And Gunpowder All At Once, Like Snow And Bonfires And Cut Grass, It Tasted Like Seawater And Oranges.

I Hate Nostalgia, It's Laziness With Prettier Accessories.

For A Moment, I Felt As If The Universe Had Turned Upside Down And We Were Falling Softly Into An Enormous Black Bowl Of Stars, And I Knew, Beyond Any Doubt, That Everything Was Going To Be Alright.

Sarte Was Right, Hell Is Other People

Here's A Little Tip For You. If You Don't Like Being Called A Murderer, Don't Kill People.