Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.

Life was a small negative space cut out of the eternal solidity, and for the first time, it felt precious - not like all of the words that had come to mean nothing, but like the last breath of a drowning victim.

I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

You're incredibly beautiful,' I told her, because she was fat, so I thought it would be an especially nice compliment, and also make her like me again, even though I was sexist.

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.