The worst thing that ever happened to me wasn’t the worst thing that ever happened to me; hating myself for it was.
Ask me to give you everything I have, knowing I'll give you my word that if you fall in the forest when there's no one around I'll be there before you land.
We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday.
Do we really believe our need for Prozac has nothing to do with Fallujah, with Kabul, with the Mexican border, with the thousands of U.S. school kids bleeding budget cuts that will never heal to fuel war tanks?