It’s Much Easier To Be Cruel Than

Isn't It So Weird How The Number Of Dead People Is Increasing Even Though The Earth Stays The Same Size, So That One Day There Isn't Going To Be Room To Bury Anyone Anymore?

I Started Carrying Blank Books Like This One Around, Which I Would Fill With All The Things I Couldn't Say.

Life Was A Small Negative Space Cut Out Of The Eternal Solidity, And For The First Time, It Felt Precious - Not Like All Of The Words That Had Come To Mean Nothing, But Like The Last Breath Of A Drowning Victim.

She Laughed Enough To Migrate An Entire Flock Of Birds. That Was How She Said Yes

It's The Tragedy Of Loving, You Can't Love Anything More Than Something You Miss.