I'm a bit of a tease. I'd make out with a lot of people but not go beyond that.

Our brains may lie to us, but our hearts never do.

I’ve always been a dreamer, have always believed in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time, I’m starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?

I wanted to find a cave and hang out there for the rest of my life and be a cave painter and eat dirt.

He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.

Theres a lot to be said for bands who fight to be relevant. But CONVINCING people you're relevant? Thats like telling people its not raining when they're soaking wet.