Book: Just together. Page 4

Life is still the magician, likes to pull rabbits out of hats...

Hell is when you can no longer see the ones you love... Everything else is not considered.

Everything came to a standstill.
The time has stopped.
Happiness.

Perfect people are boring...

I'm dying from loneliness, in a low voice she kept repeating to herself, dying of loneliness...
Maybe go to the movies? And with whom they can discuss the movie? Why human emotions, if not with whom to share them?

If I drink, I drink too much, if you smoke, get high, if you fall in love, losing it, and when you work - I can bring myself to the point of exhaustion... can't do Anything normally.

The world without us fighting a dangerous place, isn't it?

For many years she did not feel so calm and so alive - just simply live...

- How are you feeling, dear?
- No forces. Like it has been under paver...

Is lying all you want, but just don't turn around.

Nothing has changed, everything has changed.

- I think this is similar to the leads of your crayons? I guess if they wear out, when to use them?
- Who are they?
- Feelings.

Yes, she may be crazy but certainly not stupid.

- For the future?
- For the present! We don't fall in love with?
- Fuck, clink, but don't fall in love!