What they don't teach you in art school is how your whole life is about discovering who you already were.
Yes, these are bruises from fighting and I'm okay with that.
The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.
It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.
Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.