Before all hope died I used to have this stupid dream that shit could be saved, that we would be in bed together like the old times, with the fan on, the smoke from our weed drifting above us, and I'd finally try to say the words that could have saved us.

“Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can't exist without one.”

“In my universe, when a dork like Oscar pushes up on a girl like Jenni, he usual…”

“You see, in my view a writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily…”

“Our relationship wasn't the sun, the moon, the stars, but it wasn't bullshit, e…”