Remember when you picked me up like a frisbee and tossed me across you yard?

You cannot always have happiness, but you can always give happiness.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

Does it really matter if I choose the bus over a BMW, and generic over Gucci? Because the car, the wardrobe, the zip code-those are just nouns, things that are fun to have around, sure, but in the end, they have nothing to do with the real me. Nothing to do with who I really am.

Life is not meant to be an open-book test.

i love purple and blue!!!!!

Forgiveness is healing—everything is energy—thoughts create—we are all connected—what you resist persists—true love never dies—the soul’s immortality is the only true immortality—