We still believe in all the things that we stood by before. And after everything we've seen here, maybe even more. I know we're not the only ones, and we were not the first. And unapologetically we'll stand behind each word.
You don't have to be an academic. You don't have to be anything. Don't force it. Feel your way, and don't stop feeling your way until something fits. Maybe nothing will. Maybe you are a road, not a destination. That is fine. Be a road. But make sure it's one with something to look at out of the window.
It's hiding in the dark It's teeth are razor sharp There's no escape for me It wants my soul, It wants my heart No one can hear me scream Maybe it's just a dream Or maybe it's inside of me Stop this monster!
We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.
Just because she comes off strong doesn't mean she didn't fall asleep crying and even though she acts like nothing's wrong maybe she's just really good at lying.
