Back to the Beginning
Rarely do endings directly incite their beholders to go back and relive what they loved.
Rarely do endings directly incite their beholders to go back and relive what they loved.
It is a frequent casualty claimed by the trail.
I don’t want to believe that this is going to be adulthood forever, a thick haze of inertia.
You are suddenly and acutely aware that when you die and go to hell, this is what awaits you.
It must explain everything or it explains nothing.
As my peers panicked over the midterms, I instead found myself concerned with my lack of concern.
Your insides are looking at their outsides.
With some anxious anticipation, I took a sip—and was naturally met with disappointment.
Many wounds are bound with blessing.
It’s all becoming a horrible kind of natural disaster déjà vu