What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.
I'm perfectly capable of being stupid on my own.
Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.
There’s no such thing as too much champagne. Though your head will try to tell you otherwise tomorrow.
The less you say, the more weight your words will carry.
There was something soothing about the crackle of paper, the smell of ink, and the soft scratching of nibs and brushes.