You and I are going to change the world.

Just because you escape one trap, doesn't mean you will escape the next.

And there's nothing wrong with being a lizard either. Unless you were born to be a hawk.

There was something soothing about the crackle of paper, the smell of ink, and the soft scratching of nibs and brushes.

Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

There’s no such thing as too much champagne. Though your head will try to tell you otherwise tomorrow.

Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.