Dutch Is Not So Much A Language

I Do Not Say Goodbye. I Believe That's One Of The Bullshitiest Words Ever Invented. It's Not Like You're Given The Choice To Say Bad-bye, Or Awful-bye, Or Couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye. Everytime You Leave, It's Supposed To Be A Good One.

He Really Was Beautiful. I Know Boys Aren’t Supposed To Be, But He Was.

I Don't Have A Favourite Book, I Have Hundreds.

The Past Feels Distant, Even When It's Near. The Future Feels Assured, Even When It Isn't.

I Didn't Want To See Them Lower Him Into The Ground In The Spot He'd Picked Out With His Dad, And I Didn't Want To See His Parents Sink To Their Knees In The Dew-wet Grass And Moan In Pain.