You are dictators, tyrants, despots, narrating my dreams even as I sleep. You instill opinions and thoughts into my brain and make me think they are my own. That is who you are. [formerly, the night before]

They say love isn't easy. Death sure as hell isn't, either. Teen Fiction #308

I fell in love with a physicist, and then we lost ourselves. Maybe there are places we can all be happy. We just need to find those places. Or maybe they don't exist.