My Happy Place
Somewhere within the mental states of falling asleep and waking up is my happy place. It’s where I am most peaceful and truly feel as though I’ve nothing to worry about.
The threat of loneliness has no weight to the one who has forfeited all ties to everyone they’ve ever cared about or found joy in.
As an honest friend, I accept you where you are and have already made the decision to accept who you’re becoming.
Unfortunately, someone failed to give America the message that success is nowhere equivalent to fame or money. Ask a wealthy dying man if he wants to see his family or account numbers?
I guess I can’t look into those eyes anymore that revealed the awed beauty you possessed which this world has never seen; they have turned coal… And you have tarnished.
Losers Lose & Quitters Quit
What do you call the person who caves in to life’s pressures?
I’ll keep holding on until my calluses have calluses.
We tend to burn our hate away and fall in love with each other’s bruises
The Apple is the Horse's Master?
I posses thoughts and emotions, too, but I am not enslaved to them.
Hell for Beauty
Your actions? A pain in the arse. But you yourself are a beauty, possessing a heart to match; I’m willing to go through hell to see you cultivate it.
Beauty vs Shallow
Unlike the shallow, the rare and beautiful-hearted relflect from the inside out.
I’m no April Fool… I was born in August.
Hmm… I can give you millions of wrong answers. That’s gotta count for something.
When I Was Young
When I was younger, I thought Jim Carrey was hot and wanted to marry Adam Sandler, but as I got older, I did away with such childish thoughts.
Finally took my heart off my sleeve and put it in my pants.
Films like Promises (B.Z. Goldberg) and Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (Stephen Daldry) portray some of the most significant aspects of life; those things I find amazing.
When girls stare at their crotch, it’s usually because something’s glowing in their lap.
When the cushion of your laugher disappears, can they survive your piercings?
I’m the type who dresses in black everyday, but white at your funeral.
It’s that falling flat on your face part; the time you put all your heart into the only trusting hands you knew existed, from which it’s dropped and shattered; the time you realize that this whole time you’ve been a bunch of fragments of nothing and there is no one to provide the glue; the moment when the only support you get is your own; the moment where your heart is hopeless...
Remembering your hair is tied and realizing the crawling sensation on your neck isn’t hair.
Seeing an obnoxious chain of graphic, ”disturbing” anti-abortion images on my way to an exam tells me exactly how my day will be… Totally not eating.
Waking up in silence and having priorities that are your own.