I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

We all have to feel empty sometimes.

Friends help friends fight pixies.

There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'.

Emotions are real, just not the reasons behind them.