Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?
This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther
I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.
It feels like we’ve stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.
You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.
Your life is inescapable. Unless you decide to escape it.