Cocotropics: “He Thought Of Himself Not As Something Heavy That Left Tracks Behind It, But If Anything, As A Speck Upon The Surface Of An Earth Too Deeply Asleep To Notice The Scratch Of Ant Feet, The Rasp Of Butterfly Teeth, The Tumbling Of Dust.”
gosh: “The sad truth is the truth is sad.” — Lemony Snicket, The Hostile Hospital (via coral)
