What If People Knew They Were Recycled?

Their Friendship Was Only One Aspect Of Their Lives But It Seemed To Give Meaning To All The Others.

She'd Cried Over A Broken Heart Before. She Knew What That Felt Like, And It Didn't Feel Like This. Her Heart Felt Not So Much Broken As Just ... Empty. It Felt Like She Was An Outline Empty In The Middle. The Outline Cried Senselessly For The Absent Middle. The Past Cried For The Present That Was Nothing.

If You Ever Meet A Guy And You Fall In Love With Him, But Because Of Some Weird Genetic Mutation He Doesn't Seem To Return The Feeling?... Wear That Dress.

To Write A Story, I Think You Really Have To Open Yourself Up To The World.

Today Is The Tomorrow We Worried About Yesterday.