Friends help friends fight pixies.

We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can

It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.

There is no easy off button for your brain.It would be really really nice if there were.

He has an armload of irises and daisies and tulips and he presents them to me. I didn't know what kind of flowers you like.I like them all.Yeah?Yeah.He tries to hand them to me, but then remembers the cast. I'll put them in water.Betty swoops in the room ridiculously fast and she grabs the flowers out of Nick's hands. I'll take care of them. You lovebirds just sit on the couch and think swooning things at each other.

Astley comes to my side. 'Are you well?' 'No,' I tell him, voice hoarse. 'I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again'

Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?