Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.

She sticks her tongue out at me and crosses her eyes. Not sure why that made me want to do her in the backseat, but to each his own, I guess.

I’m not a follower. I never have been. But I’ll definitely become someone I’m not for a few hours if it’ll make me blend in rather than make me a blatant eye sore and draw attention.

I don't know myself. I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feeland I don't think I ever really have.

You're like a philosopher with tattoos.

all I want to do is pull her against me and hold her until we both die.

The moment you tell someone else is the moment you become a whiner and the world’s smallest violin starts to play. The truth is, we all have problems; we all go through hardships and pain, and my pain is paradise compared to a lot of people’s and I really have no right to whine at all.