I Always Had This Secret Suspicion That

And I Agreed, But Still, She Owed Us An Explanation. If She Was Up There, Down There, Out There, Somewhere, Maybe She Would Laugh.

My Thoughts Are Stars I Cannot Fathom Into Constellations.

I Wish I Knew How To Quit You, Tumblr.

They Were Angry, I Thought. Horrified. These Teenagers, With Their Hormones, Making Out Beneath A Video Broadcasting The Shattered Voice Of A Former Father.

You Never Know. It's Just. It's Like. Poof. And You're Gone.