And Who Am I To

The Unwarranted Devotion. Putting Up With The Fear Of Being With The Wrong Person Because You Can't Deal With The Fear Of Being Alone. The Hope Tinged With Doubt, And The Doubt Tinged With Hope. Every Time I See These Feelings In Someone Else's Face, It Weighs Me Down.

If There Wasn't A Word For It, Would We Realize Our Masochism As Much?

He Has No Idea How Beautiful The Ordinary Becomes Once It Disappears.

I Am Breathing. In Dreams, We Never Bother To Breathe.

Simon: That's Disgusting! Me: What's Disgusting? Simon: You Know. You Put Your Thing In The Place Where He, Um, Defecates.