Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flat lined.

Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

My theory is that church used to be that place. Instead of being a place where you went to look good, it was a place where you could risk going every week to look your worst.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.

I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.