Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.

I can't remember, because I never knew.

But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.

I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

...It sounded like a dragon breathing in time with me, like I had this pet dragon who was cuddled up next to me and cared enough about me to time his breaths to mine.

It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes.

Writing does not resurrect. It buries.