My writing process isn't a very organized thing. The actual writing part is a tiny part of my life. I often write in public. I bring my laptop or write freehand in notebooks. Then, I'll read through them while I exercise or walk the dog. The very last thing I do is the sitting alone at the computer part.

Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.

Don't do this. I love you. Don't shut me out.

Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.

The future is just wasted on some people.

On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

New carpet will exude poisonous formaldehyde for up to two years after it'd been laid. I know the feeling.