apparently biting off our finger is as easy as biting into a carrot how scary is that
I feel so certain that I am turning into a theatre with no lighting. Let me say this clearly: Not everything I have done has been for you. I am soaked to the soul in confusion, soaked to the soul in want. My mind flits about from place to place like something that has been airborne since 1965. I don’t know when I will land, or if I ever will, but I’d like you to love someone who breaks from time to time—someone who has a button on their heart which says eject in bold writing and will fly out of their own chest for you. But I am none of these people and would rather you tell me I make you sick and tired than have you expect to find them in me.
how did the telephone propose to his girlfriend?
he gave her a ring