I'm a good person but a shitty writer. You're a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

Long week. Long month. Long life.

At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.

You're not going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on me.

We all use the future to escape the present.