All Sorts Of Yayness Floods My Brain.

Sometimes, You Read A Book And It Fills You With This Weird Evangelical Zeal, And You Become Convinced That The Shattered World Will Never Be Put Back Together Unless And Until All Living Humans Read The Book.

True Love Will Triumph In The End—which May Or May Not Be A Lie, But If It Is A Lie, It's The Most Beautiful Lie We Have.

Barnacles On The Container Ship Of Consciousness.

People Are Such Idiots. As If There's Something Wrong With Being In Love.

I Don't Even Know How Ugly And Pretty Get Decided.