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

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

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

Nobody is perfect, though. We all want everyone to think we are, but perfection is some crazy mythical state that we can never achieve. It is a goal beyond our grasp, always shifting and changing and taunting us, because it knows...it knows we can never reach it.

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

Friends help friends fight pixies.

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right.”