Support your right to arm bears.
Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.
I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.
I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.
It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.
The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.
The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.
I'm not really a religious person. But I believe that God wants me to do something and it has to do with Thug Life.
It is an appalling thing to feel all one possesses drain away.
I think you should be proud of not being worse than just deeply introverted and socially maladjusted.
If you live for this world, you are in the junk business. It's all just premature junk.