95% of romantic stories end with partners committing to each other because everything after that is just the blank terrifying morass of adulthood. This monotonous grind in which the only real excitement in your life is occasionally finding a truly ripe avocado at the grocery store.

“Nothing really mattered that much, not the good things and not the bad ones. We…”

“He liked all books, because he liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turn…”

“the existence of broccoli does not in any way affect the taste of chocolate”

“For me, the hero’s journey is not the voyage from weakness to strength. The tru…”