This Is What It Feels Like To Be In Despair

his…thing…despair, panic, some faceless ghost…is a serial killer. It’s cold and unintelligible to the rest of us, but just because you don’t understand it, it’s no justification that it can’t take you.

A Love Letter To No One

She wasn’t decadent or indulgent. She was good in the most crystalline and pure sense of the phrase. She was like free-basing sunshine.