Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.
my stuffed animals probably talk shit about me behind my back
if you want to kill someone stab them with an icicle because the icicle will melt and then there will be no murder weapon
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the next serial killer
I am lost without you.
But I’m lost with you too.