When We Read The Right Book Generously,

Because No One Thought She Was A Person, She Had No One To Really Talk To.

Late In The Winter Of My Seventeenth Year, My Mother Decided I Was Depressed, Presumably Because I Rarely Left The House, Spent Quite A Lot Of Time In Bed, Read The Same Book Over And Over, Ate Infrequently, And Devoted Quite A Bit Of My Abundant Free Time To Thinking About Death.

I Wish I Knew How To Quit You, Tumblr.

Hank, When People Call People Nerds Mostly What They're Saying Is,'you Like Stuff'.

I Will Play Out The String. I Will Not Betray Your Trust. I Will Find You.