I'm In Love. So Kill Me.

If People Thought You Were Dying, They Gave You Their Full Attention.

It's Pathetic How We Can't Live With The Things We Can't Understand. How We Need Everything Labeled And Explained And Deconstructed.

A Moment Is All You Can Expect From Perfection.

With My Eyes Closed, I Ask If She Knows How This Will All Turn Out. "long-term Or Short-term?" She Asks. Both. "long-term," She Says, "we're All Going To Die. Then Our Bodies Will Rot. No Surprise There. Short-term, We're Going To Live Happily Ever After." Really? "really," She Says. "so Don't Sweat It.

There's A Terrible Dark Joy When The Only Person Who Knows All Your Secrets Is Finally Dead.