Telephone did not come into existence from the persistent improvement of the postcard.
I felt that the magical people must be in the hidden back roads and dusty cubby holes of life; on highways, in hostels, and in shabby, smoky cafes. These enchanting people are in trees, around fires a...
Often I didn’t think I was cut out for the way the world is, being born into a common culture and system I would never choose for myself.
Go be absolutely, positively, fucking angelic.
