We All Use The Future To Escape

Dumpers May Not Always Be The Heartbreakers, And The Dumpees May Not Always Be The Heartbroken. But Everyone Has A Tendency.

My Thoughts Are Starts I Can't Fathom Into Constellations.

What Is The Point Of Being Alive If You Don't At Least Try To Do Something Remarkable?

People, I Thought, Wanted Security. They Couldn't Bear The Idea Of Death Being A Big Black Nothing, Couldn't Bear The Thought Of Their Loved Ones Not Existing, And Couldn't Even Imagine Themselves Not Existing. I Finally Decided That People Believed In An Afterlife Because They Couldn't Bear Not To.

... She Called It A Paper Town. Like, You Know, Everything So Fake And Flimsy.