Tag: France

Everything’s a weird thing. Properly looked at.
We don’t have to talk about this anymore.
So are we good?
Did a needle just enter me?
Gone fishin’
I’m not sure if that makes any sense.
It doesn’t matter.
It was late at night on an empty street.
That’s all I can say about it.
Eventually, the place went out of business.
Close your windows.
He needs his space.
I need to leave him alone.
It’s so hard to think.
I guess I’m a little more tired than I thought I was.
Tomorrow seems like the only thing that will solve anything, ever.
What are we to make of it?
Everyone is everywhere.
What’s the thinking there?
Maybe you have a friend?
Anyway, I am tired and hungry.
I’d like to feel that there is meaning in this.
This looked and felt like life.
We aren’t kids anymore.
So sweet and angry and brand-new.
So weirdly beautiful.
There is only one road out of here.
I almost feel charmed.
Who knows.
We live where the water loves to visit.
Never mind.
You take everything so personally.
He was just telling a story.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
We’re all friends here.
It’s nothing interesting.
Her brain was in overdrive.
You are just as good as anyone else.
It was a very exclusive place.
This was nothing.
Why did you just do that?
She did not want to take up too much space.
I’m having fun, now you have fun.
What is the best choice?
He enjoyed going with the flow.
You’re going to turn out better than me.
I’m not blameless.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
It really didn’t mean anything.
It’s going to be O.K.