Maybe I should start setting plans like a week in advance so I always have something to look foreward to.
Someone run away with me. Let’s go on an adventure.
"You’d look good with a septum piercing" is just a nice way of saying "You have a big nose."
I told her I wanted to die. I said that I could make this moment, laying on the field looking into the universe, the only moment, an infinite moment, if I were to fall of the face of the earth at that moment. Then we left. Then she left. I wish I was sad enough to want to die, or that I was happy enough to.