They think old people are lame. But they're not. They're awesome, & I know exactly why I think so. It's because they've lived entire lifetimes. Loved. Laughed. Surrendered. Stumbled. Weathered, beaten, still they don't crumble, not even as they inch toward death.

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

Our meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.

This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.

Just keep on shining that light. The rest will take care of itself.

Bad choices or good, if you never take chances, someone else will build your life for you.

Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.