I want to hang out with whoever runs the NBC Hannibal blog. Just get a few beers and hope they’re not made from people.
Most of my friends just graduated.
I’ll be fine, but, for today- I’m just a little broken.
You have to stop thinking so much.
Sometimes at night I leave the lights on in my little house and walk across the flat fields. When I look back from a distance, the house is like a boat on the sea. It’s really the only time I feel safe.