"Weren’t we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of the neighbor’s children?"
— Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay
7:31 pm • 26 August 2014
"Love is my insides all messed up."
— Ernest Hemingway
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7:29 pm • 26 August 2014