“I plan on leaving my mark on this world, in ink, with a pen spill that’ll make all the oil spills combined look like literature.”
“A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.”
“My bag hit the floor, spilling overpriced books and pens across the shiny floor. My pens! My glorious pens rolled everywhere.”
“Dr. Philbosian smelled like an old couch, of hair oil and spilled soup, of unscheduled naps.”
“...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...”
“People like to cry over spilled milk, but I cry every time I spill my coffee.”