Worker Bees Can Leave. Even Drones Can

Everything Is Still Falling Apart.

Maybe The Truth Is I Really Want To Like You Instead.

This Would Be...a Book That Would Be A Trapdoor Down Into Some Place Dark. A Place Only You Could Go, Alone, When You Opened The Cover. Because Only Books Have That Power.

"this Isn’t Really Death," Tyler Says, "we’ll Be Legend. We Won’t Grow Old." I Tongue The Barrel Into My Cheek And Say, Tyler, You’re Thinking Of Vampires.

I Spend Most Of My Life Just Listening To People.