Why is a picture of something real eventually more exciting than the thing itself?
Poets play with words to keep themselves sane
You see heaven isn't some place that we go to when we die. It's that split second in life where you actually feel alive, and until the end of time, we chase the memory of that, hoping the future holds something better than the past.
If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up, would you spend that hour saying that an hour ain't enough?
Everyone's the same. All brains are contained by their reality frame and chained to the terrain that they're trained not to change and once you see what I've explained you've hit the jackpot.
I'm lonely, but everyone is lonely So at least I know I'm not alone.
I refuse to let past bruises cover the light. It ain't all good, but it's all good enough so I know I'm alright
Sometimes holding on was all you could do.
I know I can be very standoffish. . .
Hate is more lasting than dislike.
When I originally entered UCLA, I had planned to go for a film major, but I kept finding myself taking math classes for fun, 'cause I missed them from high school!