They were beautiful nothings
If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, donโt do it.
sometimes there's nothing to say about death.
we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams.
I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories
Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.