Ian looked Dylan in his blue eyes as he spoke, and noticed the tiny pupils. “Pin-point eyes,” Elliott Smith sang in his head, and he thought, “Is he on heroin right now?”
Can you live-blog into a word document?
It’s for humor!
And he was wearing this yellow flannel like Bob Marley had in some of his live performances, and I was totally tripping like I was watching Bob Marley.
3. Actually work and try and not to think of yourself, but it is there—depression and a wish for this pain to stop.
But Franklyn likes to party. He loves it.
I remember so vividly my mom’s love for me, her warm smile, her sweet words; she may have been wearing jeans and a red shirt, but that could just be me. It must have been during the day, in the smaller theatre away from the mall.
Obviously, the course of such negative and Thantonical cognitions could lead to suicide, which is horrible.