I can bake. I made myself some nice French fries once. But otherwise I just eat out. Lots of salad bars.

How can you go wrong with two people in love? Goodness has nothing to do with sexual orientation. Love is love, and there will never be too much.

My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in the burrows of my keep, and all my armor, falling down, in a pile at my feet.

The only reason that it takes me seven years to do stuff is because I just don't really have a plan.

Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.

I caved in to what people wanted me to do. I thought that they weren't going to like me if I didn't.

I don't want to make this sound negative at all, but in the best way possible I freaking give up. I give up. You can't try and make your life perfect. I'm just trying to have a good time, and I'm just trying to appreciate the things that I have around me. I give up on the 'dream' dream. I think that it's all a dream. I think it's all wonderful and terrible. And I give up in the nicest way.