When you love somebody, you trade souls with them. They get a piece of yours, and you get a piece of theirs. But when your love dies,a little piece of you dies with them. That’s why you hurt so bad. But that little piece of him is still inside you, and he can use your eyes to see the world.
“跟狗相处就简单多了……我跟狗狗的关系完全是柏拉图式的”;“Mi pop-tart es su pop-tart”;“You don’t believe a fucking word that I’ve said, do you?”;这段旅程固然美妙可最后你也只不过成了别人嘴里的谈资你的作品或许还会流传而你的生死早已无人问津