... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.
I expertly angled my raison bran to accomodate the g-forces.
Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die
I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I’ve never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero’s errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
It's more impressive," I said out loud. "From a distance, I mean. You can't see the wear on things, you know? You can't see the rust or the weeds or the paint cracking. You see the place as someone once imagined it.