Being in love is totally punk rock.
Depression is like slashing at ghosts. Of course it's tempting to finally cut something real.
If at first you don't succeed...run.
Judge if you want, we are all going to die. I intend to deserve it.
Having all the answers just means you've been asking boring questions.
When the end comes, I hope it’s as strange as that. I hope that the sky tears open and the world is washed with colors that we’ve never seen before.