We were friends and have become estranged. But this was right, and we do not...– Nietzsche’s “Star Friendship,” The Gay Science
You know those nights when you can’t even cry yourself to sleep but you just keep crying yourself awake? Yeah.
Chest skin burns like 1,000 suns. WHAT IS THAT?
Roommate does not equal Mom. Everyone get it? Okay, good.
Is it bad that I think I might hate Symbolism?