“We are silly aren’t we? The silences we fall into. Like giant holes in the snow. It must get harder when you’re older. When you’re an adult. The responsibility to keep the silences away must be deafening. I decide on my quietness. When to use it. When it will achieve the loudest bang. The biggest explosion. Like now.”
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
"a career" "financial security" "a sex life" "tuition for grad school" "alcohol" "a nap" "socks would be nice"
I love sunglasses, am I looking at that tree? Am I staring at your dick? Who knows!
taking a nap is always so risky like when will I wake up? in thirty minutes? in 2 hours? in 7 years?? no one can be sure