Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus.
Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.
I'm not sure if I'm depressed. I mean, I'm not exactly sad. But I'm not exactly happy either. I can laugh and joke and smile during the day, But sometimes when I'm alone at night I forget how to feel.
He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.
Without pain, we couldn't know joy.
You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.