I Was Horribly Bookish, To The Point

Bruises Mapped My Body From Bumping Into Tables And Tripping Over Curbs While Walking With A Book In My Hand, My Eyes Focused On The Pages Instead Of The Live Space Around Me.

Drosophila,” I Said, Remembering The Word. “what?” Lily Asked. “why Do Girls Always Fall For Guys With The At Ention Span Of Drosophila?” “what?” “fruit Flies. Guys With The Attention Span Of Fruit Flies.” “because They’re Hot?” “this,” I Told Her, “is Not The Time For Being Truthful.

The Complexity Embedded In The Different Levels Of Meaning That Go Along With The Words "i Love You" Ought To Be A Whole Mindfuck Of A Video Game

Can We Try To Be Wise With Each Other For A Very Long Time?

It Still Might Be A Shock. To Realize You Are Just One Story Walking Among Millions.