I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

“I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcas…”

“But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?”

“apparel, n.: There are times I don’t mind doing the laundry, because folding yo…”

“R: "I know that deep down, I mean the world to him." A: "Deep down? That sounds…”