Lindsay Calls Them The Pugs:

Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived The Same Day Six Times And Died On At Least Two Of Them: Lunch Meats And Their Relative Coolness.

I’m Sorry For Everything.” Then He Turns And Pushes Back Into The Woods, And He’s Gone.

But From The Beginning, I Knew That In A World Where Destiny Was Dead, I Was Destined, Forever, To Love Him. Even Though He Didn't - Though He Couldn't - Ever Love Me Back.

I Wonder If This Is How People Always Get Close: They Heal Each Other's Wounds; They Repair The Broken Skin.

Anything, Anything Is Possible, If You Can Just See The Sky.