Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.
I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.
Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.
I wince at her use of the word "human." I've never liked that differentiation. She is living and I'm dead, but we're both human. Call me an idealist.
Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.
What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.