There was a fence and there was this other van- So I go, 'Fence or van? Cause I'm crashing into one of them,' and I said 'Fence,' so I hit the fence and bounced into the van

Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.

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

We are dreamers. We worship love, we hope against hope and toss practicality out the window.

Being surrounded by six Brendons is so not fun.

He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that's why it's a sin. Because you're beating God at his own game.