In The Next Election, I'm Voting For

Me: Just Don't Ask About His Forty-three Ex-boyfriends, Okay? Or Ask Him About Why He's Carrying Around An Axe. Mom:... Me: I'm Kidding About The Axe Part.

You Make It A Production. Slam Doors. Knock Things Over. Scream. But I Just Leave. Even If I'm Still Standing There, I Leave. I Am Refusing You. I Am Denying You. I Am An Adjective That Is Quickly Turning Into A Noun.

When It Comes To True Dance, It's Not About How You Look, It's All About The Joy You Feel.

I Don't Want To Fall. All I Want To Do Is Stand On Solid Ground.

The Clock Always Ticks. There Are Times You Don't Hear It, And There Are Times That You Do.