I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
calling me ugly isn’t even an insult because i know already
right now a baby is being born
right now someone just clogged a public toilet and is running out of the bathroom as fast as they can
life goes on
Hopefully this is not the same person
whats the coolest answer to a multiple choice question?
who is sweet randall and why is he calling my house
and I'm still in the dark
cause I can't seem to find the light alone