Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.
You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop…
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
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