I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.
Maybe all the strings inside him broke.
Everything's uglier up close.Not you.
I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the g...
Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will… but then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all. Imagining isn’t perfect. You can’t get all the way inside someone else… But imagining...