My Lungs Sucked At Being Lungs.

When You Say Nasty Things About People, You Should Never Say The True Ones, Because You Can't Really Fully And Honestly Take Those Back.

She’s The Kind Of Person Who Either Dies Tragically At Twenty-seven, Like Jimi Hendrix And Janis Joplin, Or Else Grows Up To Win, Like, The First-ever Nobel Prize For Awesome.

Light, The Visible Reminder Of Invisible Light.

It's Hard To Believe In Coincidence, But It's Even Harder To Believe In Anything Else.

Depression Is A Side Effect Of Dying. (almost Everything Is, Really).