The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.– Neuromancer by William Gibson (via famousfirstsentences)
Me: For never was there a tale of more woe
Me: THAN OF OTHELLO
Me: AND HIS DESDEMO... NO.
Me: I mean, um...
Me: Julietandherromeo.... grumble...
I thought I’d write a poem about biting my nails, and took my right middle finger out of my mouth to do so. I think it might help me to figure out why. When I stop, my left thumb flies up to my mouth and I gnaw it with my teeth. I first picked up the habit when I was in first grade. I was so anxious, so excited, about not being in kindergarten anymore. And then I got hungry. ...