Sometimes I wish that I was the weather, you'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day.

Very few things in life are worthy of the kind of emotional distress we put ourselves through.

I'm having the time of my life figuring out this next move.

Might be a quarter life crisis, just disturbin' in my soul.

I need to learn how to start saying no. Like when someone says ‘please stop choking me.’

You know I used to be the back porch poet with my book of lines, always hoping knowing all the time, I'm probably never gonna find the perfect rhyme. . .For heavier things

I just wish they'd put a new word in the dictionary bigger than love because love just doesn't describe what I feel.