Ignorance IS bliss.
To what great place did thinking ever bring me? I’m so good at thinking myself out of happiness. Thinking didn’t bring me answers or vitality or comfort or relief, or even give me a break on trivial things, like good grades. So I’m over it. Dear over-thinking, we had a good run, but you’re wearing me out.
comes in threes. two down, one to go. be easy on me pleazy squeezy.
hurry down sunshine
this is where
i often drown . and sink and float and sink and float .
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone’s heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone’s hearts would start to beat at the...