who's to say I'm lonely?
[[MORE]]but who’s to say I’m not? sometimes I wonder if I don’t know you because I don’t want to. sometimes I wonder if I don’t like you because I don’t want to. who are you, anyway? I’m not sure which of you is at the forefront. in my heart you’re all competing for my affections but in my mind you’re all dangerous and distracting. this year...
doctor-brennan: oh damn it first this Julia and Joel stuff that just breaks my heart and now Mark is crying
people who play piano pieces with runs but can't...
What happens if you fall in love with a writer? →
valen-tee-na: Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep...