I think there's two kinds of love. One kind of love burns so hot that it burns out before you get a chance to enjoy it. The other love is one that lifts you and makes you better than you were before.

The world sits quiet, as if sighing and taking a long inhale after what seemed like forever with mankind and the noise pollution.

Your negative actions will always speak over top of your kind words and only fools listen where the wise watch.

I'm breathing out of my mouth and thinking things I have only seen on Netflix in the foreign-movie section.

Those smutty books sell because women wish their husbands had half the balls the men in those books do.

Sometimes the scariest things in life aren’t the Vampires and the Werewolves, sometimes there are things even God doesn’t want to know about. Which is why he created the Devil's Roses.

I'm going to be pissed if I walk all the way to the camp and end up getting shot.