No matter how far from the war we run, it always catches up with us.
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
Dare to ask, "Where is my novel too simple?"
Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee. -Jonathan
Irony is always the best weapon against fascism.
Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.