Right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

“Tiempo, hazme desaparecer. Entonces se unirá lo que nosotros desunimos mientras…”

“Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?”

“Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was f…”

“Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”