RIP Maurice Sendak
And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
You are my favorite precipice.
God, I’m still such a HEX nerd… I miss you HTML days!
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
— Brian Andreas