The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.
Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?
I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.