“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”

Bob Marley

“You’re a rotten driver,” I protested. “Either you ought to be more careful, or you oughtn’t to drive at all.”

“I am careful.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Well, other people are,” she said lightly.

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“They’ll keep out of my way,” she insisted. “It takes two to make an accident.”

“Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself.”

“I hope I never will,” she answered. “I hate careless people. That’s why I like you.”

Outside of society’s norms, is there a way to distinguish what is considered right or wrong? Even within a family, if you are constantly being told what you believe or how you feel is “wrong,” you are going actually feel like a monster who is just constantly acting out beyond one’s self control because of a “lack of maturity” or moral. However, you are only going to feel this way because that’s what you are constantly being fed by the ruling majority. If everyone with something to say merely remained silent and endured something unpleasant in good humor to acquire some intangible stamp of approval, I truly wonder how humanity would have progressed at all… From one side, it’s hard to comprehend that one can feel differently about something and still be as equally “right” as the opposing party. And, because of this concept there are thousands accounts of war and the casualties of said battles but, the villain is always the hero of his own story.

I felt so good today because despite the very little my kindness is worth, it meant the world to someone today.

A lot of money is never enough money.

While I continue to deny him, I cannot deny that his scent lingers long after he has gone nor that I imagine my self intertwined with his.

I got the dress today.

The friend zone is grossly underrated.