Just to let all of you know, if you ever find yourselves in the presence of some odd creature, it is your personal responsibility to roar at the unknown beast.

I no longer know what I'm doing. I don't know what motives I find behind my actions. I am entirely lost. I've been pulled around by phantom loves for years now. I finally feel like I'm drowning from the force.

By the way guys, not that any of you care, but for the past few days now I've been living off macaroni. I feel like this is the diet that will give me the best results in life. Or not. I don't particularly care

I can't decide whether being put inside a giant, metal, elephant shaped oven would be number 1 on my lists of perfect ways to die or my list of the worst ways to die. Either way, it made it to the top of one.

Child "Why does the sky hate me and make scary sounds?"
Father "The sky doesn't hate you. It merely loves the ground so much it wants to scream it's adoration from the heavens and shower the ground with love"

Oh! And I would also like to acknowledge the similarity of freedom for birds and fish. Everyone always says they wish they could fly to be free like a bird. Why not be like a fish? They're just as free as birds

Although I typically hate all things with 8 legs, I quite adore octopi. Are tentacles even counted as legs though... The world may never know.

Stormy nights = Shit

I could finally meet someone that will love me as much as I love them. I may have found him though..