Do It Fast, You Pansycake.

I Slowly Realized That Perfectionism Just Not That Important. What's More Important Is To Try To Love The People Around You. Whatever That Means At A Particular Time Is The Best You Can Do.

He Should Be The One To Die, Part Of Me Thinks. I Don't Want To Lose Him, Another Part Argues. I Don't Know Which Part To Believe.

He Is Strong, And Lithe, And Certain. And He Is Mine.

Because Life Is Not Fair, Albert. And The World Is Conspiring Against You.

If Utopian Fiction Became The New Trend, I Wouldn't Read It.