The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably.
This made her remember why people take up walking: It is because they no longer have anywhere to go.
In some ways, Halloween is much easier for women. They can just dress as sluts, and it's kind of a costume, if they never do any other time.
Who Am I? Or (Perhaps More Accurately) Who Else Could Be Me?
Somewhere, at some point, somehow, somebody decided that death equals credibility.
Anyone who claims to be good at lying is obviously bad at lying. Thus - as a writer myself - I cannot comment on whether or not writers are exceptionally good liars, because whatever I said would actually mean its complete opposite.