The healthy can't understand the emptied, the broken.
Right, my phone. When these things first appeared, they were so cool. Only when it was too late did people realize they are as cool as electronic tags on remand prisoners.
Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.
We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.
The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.
...itโs not just the person who fills a house, itโs their Iโll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.