I’m out of tissues for toilet paper too. History notes just aren’t….up to scratch

I knew if I started touching you I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I walked into adventure and adventure has given me blisters.

A metric fuckton of dumb so epically mind-destroyingly beyond a bad idea that there’s not a chance they would go there.

To be angry at the gods is to scream at the stars. Even if they hear, they will not stop shining.

What are they – is that a bazooka?

I blame Doctor Who. Mr Spock. The Scooby Gang: both the ones in the Mystery Machine and the ones with the stakes. I’ve spent my life with stories of people who don’t walk away, who...

Such an Ibisian scene: both their faces were formal masks, their posture correct, pain kept inside where it cut deeper.