XIV-II-- / eve
I'm not a nice person. But I can try. Talk and I'll answer.
Dreaming about my own lonely life with cigarettes and mastering the black swans part.
The shithead behind all this.
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.
We’re all strange inside. We learn how to disguise our differences as we grow up.
E. Annie Proulx,
The Shipping News