Imagine a plague you catch through your ears.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.

Stanislavski was right, you can find fresh pain every time you discover what you pretty much already know.

Tell the world what scares you most. Save the world with some advice from the future.

People take conventional ways that other people have always decorated their cars, and use them as ways of giving other people permission to approach them.