It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
I felt like we had a secret, just the two of us. Like that thing where you just wanna be with one person all the time. You feel like the two of you get something no one else gets.
Did you ever have to find a way to survive and you knew your choices were bad, but you had to survive?
Always take a favor over money. I think Jesus said that as well.
The things you own end up owning you.