Tell your friends. Tell all the Angels. Next time I see you, I will grind you into sand. I will make a desert of you! (x)
"You can’t see me, can you? You look at me, and you can’t see me. Have you any idea what that’s like? I’m not on the phone, I’m right here… standing in front of you. Please, just… just see me."
He relies on more. More relies on him. / She exists for more. More exists for her.
Only Revolutions, Mark Z. Danielewski