snaps for pussy.
"My plants are all dead because I can’t bear to look at them without being reminded of you. I can’t walk into record stores. Even getting coffee in the mornings is hard. I look for you in every black jeep on the road. I remember how much you hate driving, and how I wish I was I was doing it for you."
“Wasn’t it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core— a tiny flame to cup one’s hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.”