Maybe that's why people take pictures of themselves, to avoid being described.

Maybe that's why people take pictures of themselves, to avoid being described.

We humans are here because nothing can be perfect. There always have to be some living things that are unsatisfied, itchy, trying too hard. If it was all just animals and rocks and lettuce, the gods wouldn't feel like they had enough to do.

For a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped off the bridge. Then I blinked and was in love with her again.

Thus far, everything I've made has come out of my really feeling it, out of the fire of my life.

I wondered if i would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself.

I gave you things I wasn't sure I even had.