You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.
Emotions are real, just not the reasons behind them.
Is everyone as wrong about me as I am about them?
I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is-she's a hero.
Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?
Nobody is perfect, though. We all want everyone to think we are, but perfection is some crazy mythical state that we can never achieve. It is a goal beyond our grasp, always shifting and changing and taunting us, because it knows...it knows we can never reach it.