You are always a little bit wrong
If you were a crayon, what color would you most like to make out with?
You may be wondering why there are words on my hands. That's because I'm a dork. And I'm gonna choose not to explain myself.
We are all differently broken, semi-functional, rusted out love machines
I think it's pretty ridiculous to sit back and think that we've changed the horse so much, without realizing that they have changed us an awful lot too.
We often just accept the things that we like, and complain a lot about the things that we don't like. But if we could, like, intensely dwell on the really great things in life the way we intensely dwell on the negative things in life; I think that would be fantastic.