My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
Imagine others complexly.
She loved mysteries so much that she became one.
Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.
You just gotta tell her, man,โ I said. โYou just gotta say, โAngela, I really like you, but thereโs something you need to know: when we go to my house and hook up, weโll be watched by the twenty-four hundred eyes of twelve hundred black Santas.
You either have a great social life and shitty taste in music, or a fantastic taste in music with barely any social life.