I grew up in the '80s where there's a lot of these kind of post-apocalyptic, post-comet, post-whatever it was, so that always captured my imagination a lot as a little kid, that idea of getting access to secret places and being able to roam around where you're not supposed to.

Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.

Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.

I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

Everytime people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.