I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

She loved so much misteries tha she became one

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will… but then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all. Imagining isn’t perfect. You can’t get all the way inside someone else… But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in. It is the machine that kills the fascists

Everything's uglier up close.Not you.