standing in line is a form of oppression
She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.
When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.
Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are.
If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.