So Many Things Become Beautiful When You

There Is No Before. There Is Only Now, And What Comes Next.

This Is Pretty Much The Answer To Every Problem You Encounter In Suburbia: Plant A Tree, And Hope You Don't See Anyone's Privates.

It Won't Matter If Nobody Ever Thinks I'm Pretty (although Sometimes I Wish, Just For A Second, That Somebody Would)

It's Connecticut: Being Like The People Around You Is The Whole Point.

The Wilds Aren't Safe Anymore.