How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?
Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.
I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.
We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.
Anything that kills hope is a sin
Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.