What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?
“I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.â€
people who know how to properly write contractions
good people
(oh wait, those don't exist)
"I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen, or who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am, on the grandest ship in the world, having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count"
"life is one fuckin beauty contest after another"
kurt vonnegut
yeah im a nerd james earl jones shannon tweed. "first date was a sleepover....cause i was a slut."