I love my virginity to the apocalypse.

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee. -Jonathan

The Internet is global and seemingly omniscient, while iPods and phones are all microscopic workings encased in plastic blobjects. Compare that to a steam engine, where you can watch the pistons move and feel the heat of its boilers. I think we miss that visceral appeal of the machine.

But you know what? It's not my behavior I'm worried about anymore. It's yours.

Turns out if you never lie, there's always someone mad at you.

He makes me feel like that. Like flying.