Friends are the family that you choose.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

People are sheep. TV is the shepherd.

My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love.

Hypocrites get offended by the truth.

He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.

What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you're so ugly on the inside?