I’ve never known a tranquil atheist. Don’t they always look like they just sat on a tack?
Bird of ParadiseMy jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother's regret.
The Sea of TranquilityI'm tired of being responsible for other people's misery. I can't even put up with my own.
The Sea of TranquilityI'd watch her, amazed at just how much a person could accomplish fueled by tea and regret.
The Sea of Tranquility