I'm crazy bitch here :)

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I'm the best of the best.

There are two kinds of evil people in this world, ok? People who do evil stuff and people who see evil stuff being done and don't do anything about it.

She was a smart girl;
Until she fell in love.

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to eachother, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

Just be yourself, because life's too short to be anybody else.

Miracles,no matter how inexplicable or unbelieveable, are real and can occur without regard to the natural order of things.

Love is an accident waiting to happen, Desire is a stranger you think you know, Intimacy is a lie we tell ourselves, Truth is a game we play to win, Those who believe in love at first sight never stop looking.

Have you ever had a dream that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake up from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world, and the real one?

Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die! Don't have sex in the missionary position, don't have sex standing up, just don't do it, OK, promise? OK, now everybody take some rubbers.

I'm tired of feeling bad. I'd rather feel nothing. It's better, it's easier .

If along the way you act like someone you're not, pretty soon that's who you become.

Would you stop thinking about what everyone thinks?
Stop thinking about what I want,
What he wants.
What your parents want.
What do you want?
What do YOU want!?

It was never over,
It's still not over.

You never see the hard days in a photo album... but those are the ones that get you from one happy snapshot to the next.

Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives. a plan that anyone within their circle would agree was accomplishable. they were best friends, lovers and soul mates, destined to be together, everyone thought. but as it happened, one day destiny greedily changed its mind.

I wish it could just be simple, like a retro pop song, "I want you to want me."
Boom. End of story.
We all live happily ever after. But it is never really like that, is it?

Break the rules. Find your freedom. Live your life.

The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don’t. But, in the end, they’re the people you always come home to. Sometimes it’s the family you’re born into and sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself.

I got to thinking about fate. That crazy concept that we’re not really responsible for the course our lives take. That it’s all predestined, written in the stars. Maybe that explains why, if you live in a city, where you can’t even see the stars, your love life tends to feel a little more random. And even if our every man, every kiss, every heartache, is pre-ordered from some cosmic catalogue, can we still take a wrong step and wander off our own personal milky way? I couldn’t help but wonder, can you make a mistake and miss your fate?

Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding exactly what we want, and just see what happens

After a break-up, certain street, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield, loaded with emotional landmines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.

I like my money right where I can see it…hanging in my closet.

I got to thinking about the x-factor. In mathematics, we learn that x stands for the unknown, a+b=x, but what’s really unknown is what plus what equals friendship with an x. Is this an unsolvable equation? Or is it possible to transform a once passionate love into something that fits nice and easily onto the friendship shelf? I couldn’t help but wonder… can you be friends with an x?

I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you love, well, that’s just fabulous.

Who cares what you are just enjoy it!

I'm done with great love.
I'm back to great lovers.