Friends help friends fight pixies.
A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?
What feels best is how I no longer hurt.
We all have to feel empty sometimes.
Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?
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.”