A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?
Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?
Friends help friends fight pixies.
Is everyone as wrong about me as I am about them?
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.
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.