Destiny is what we work toward. The future doesn't exist yet. Fate is for losers!
Letting go of randomness is one of the hardest decisions a person can make.
Blame is just a lazy person's way of making sense of chaos.
All systems have failed me. In five minutes I'll be fine again for a while, but right now the inside of my head feels like Niagara Falls without the noise, just this mist and churning and no real sense of where earth ends and heaven begins.
Is there anything in the world more annoyingly creepy than an unspoken dress code?
The more you want something to happen, the harder it becomes.