Love means doing what the other person wants, even if it’s not what you want.
I want my kids to have the things in life that I never had when I was growing up. Things like beards and chest hair.
Love is what you make it. Unfortunately, I can’t make it today, as I have a doctor’s appointment.
I want to write my own eulogy, and I want to write it in Latin. It seems only fitting to read a dead language at my funeral.
The beauty of sleep is that…
You can do it with your eyes closed.
Perhaps it has always been there, this thing, this demon inside me.
I have a complicated history with the Almighty.
Sometimes lies are more interesting than the truth.
I wanna hug you and slap you at the same time.
I’ve been dreaming about this moment for a long time, sleeping in my own bed.
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