Nobody’s ready to feel better. Ready to f*****’ explode.
Knowing stuff has no value anymore. Not when the answer is in my back pocket or sitting on my desk. The youth has it figured out. The future will be filled with beautiful idiots who just want to feel.
Feeling like life has slipped through your fingers. Like the future is behind you, like it’s always been behind you.
Everyone feels better when a thing has a name.
Decisions are made of kneaded feelings. They’re more often a lump than a sum.
Whatever’s in store for us, they can’t change what we mean to each other. Can’t erase what’s in our hearts. As long as we hold on to that… we’ve beaten Crisis before it even begins.
Unlike facts, feelings can be fallible.
There’s nothing worse… feeling choices are made for us. There’s nothing you can do, but swim in s*** and hope you don’t get too much in your mouth.
The answer to feeling unattractive isn’t to make yourself even uglier.[to Bette]
Our sentience just cycling through our lives like carts on a track.
No matter what I do, you’re still on top of me, and I still can’t breathe.[to Bryce]
More drinking, less feeling.
