dumbass.

well i'm not about to give up before i've even tried!

i feel ELECTRIC! i feel like a MILLION BUCKS! this... this must be what HOPE feels like!

i got a tender side, i'll need a harder shell to survive.

and then i realized that love is like a helium balloon. you know the one which flies away into the sky if you don’t hold it by its strings?

we just wasted this whole episode cheering for the good guys.

her lips taste like honey, and her touch is like a warm summer breeze. i'm floating.

neither one nor the other, not a demon, but not a human either, no place to belong… i thought the only way was to carve out your own place, by force; that’s how i survived. and by the time i knew what was happening, i was all alone…

i shed my tears and blood for a future where you won't have to.

we are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. life is eternal. we have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. this is a precious moment; it is a little parenthesis in eternity.

it's going to rain for another hour, but it's just an hour. i can do an hour.

i'm not one to beg for praise, but i deserve a medal for surviving so many fucked up days.

I AM IMMORTAL! I AM INFALLIBLE!

there's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. don't miss so many of them.

you got two legs and a heart beat. what's stopping you?

if you're reading this... congratulations, you're alive. if that's not something to smile about, then i don't know what is.

this hill i'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks ／ colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar.

in searching for myself, i have created myself.

i do not accept losing to anyone besides my big brother.

you are good, yet you do not hate evil. you may be tormented by evil, but you carry on doing good. listen carefully: no matter what others tell you, this is a wonderful thing.

so, i love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.

tried to be cheerful, tried to be upbeat, tried not to let my feelings show, not to blame him, not to mind when day after day, week after week, his nonchalance eroded my heart. sometimes, being an optimist was quite the fucking effort.

your eyes stole all my words away.

the person i despise so much. i think i hate them because when i look at them, i see myself... and that scares me.

i got a terror i can't shake pushing down on my lungs. it's got me lying there awake with a hand on a gun.

the day i stopped chasing my dreams, they began to chase me.

too often, the only escape is sleep.

do you love me, or what i could be?

nothing fixes a thing so firmly in the memory as the wish to forget it.

why is it that when you wipe up dust its called dusting but when you wipe up a spill its not called spilling? just something to think about.

'this has the potential to hurt,' you said. 'all the best things do,' i replied.

yeah, that's all cool and good, but you still haven't told me where i am yet.

the show will begin momentarily, everyone please stay in your seats.

it's amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.

i think that you're worth keeping around ／ i think you're worth holding onto.

i'll never be that me again.

are you going to keep staring at me? because it's ticking me off! if you got something to say, say it.

your smile is your best asset. use it more.

we just wasted this whole episode cheering for the good guys.

what more do you want from me? when will i be good enough?

are you going to keep staring at me? because it's ticking me off! if you got something to say, say it.

my father taught me to depend on nobody but myself. he taught me self-reliance and mistrust. he taught me unforgiving strength. and for that, i thank him.

i pretended to chase my own monsters away. i’d say… ‘no monster’s gonna get you when i’m here.’ then a real monster showed up. and i just ran away.

the tears that streamed down my face were not for you, yet they were bore to you all the same.

do not worry about me. someone has to take care of these flowers.

slip me a piece of paper with 'yes or no' on it, and i'll be the one to circle 'or' as my answer.

i know you love him, but it's over, mate.

i shed my tears and blood for a future where you won't have to.

stop longing. you poison today’s ease, reaching always for tomorrow.

i thought all those jokes about getting lost in ikea were just that: jokes. but here i am, lost in a maze of furniture and words i don't understand, eating lingonberry sauce.