Girls are weird, and I don't mean that offensively. I just can't put it any other way.

The perfect song on the perfect drive to make you feel infinite.

I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore.

Regardless, I decided to never take LSD again.

on that piece of white paper, sam wrote, "write about me sometime." and i typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. i just typed. "i will.

How about your favorite book?" "This Side of Paradise by From. Scott Fitzgerald." "Why?" "Because it was the last one I read." This made them laugh because they knew I meant it honest, not show-off. Then they told me their favorites, and we sat quiet.

Try to be a filter, not a sponge.