i knew who i was this morning, but i’ve changed a few times since then.
“it’s a metaphor, see: you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.”
"please, no matter how we advance technologically, please don’t abandon the book. there is nothing in our material world more beautiful than the book."
everyone says i’m crazy. i’m not crazy i just wanna feel it all.
i was born in a world that had no place for me. so i made my own.
"what will happen to us?"
"there will always be us."