I love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up.
People are different when you can smell them and look up close, you know?
the problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.
This is the Homosexuality Is An Abomination Club, right?
My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.