The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.

I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

dating you would be like a series of unnecessary root canals interspersed with occasional makeout sessions.

Everything that comes together falls apart. Everything. The chair I’m sitting on. It was built, and so it will fall apart. I’m gonna fall apart, probably before this chair. And you’re gonna fall apart. The cells and organs and systems that make you you—they came together, grew together, and so must fall apart. The Buddha knew one thing science didn’t prove for millennia after his death: Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

I could try to pretend that I didn't care anymore, but it could never be true again. You can't just make yourself matter, and then die, Alaska, because now, I am irretrievably different, and I'm sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice.