Being a philosopher, I have a problem for every solution.
Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.
If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.
Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always
What matters to you defines your mattering.
It feels like a perfect night, to dress up like hipsters, and make fun of our exes.
I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.
Part of growing up is not waiting in line at a hipster breakfast restaurant. The eggs taste the same across the street. I promise.
Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.
You say into my cracks and I saw into yours.
At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.
We have a strategic plan. It's called 'doing things'.
If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.
I've always found that word ["hipster"] is used with such disdain, like it's always used by chubby bloggers who aren't getting laid anymore and are bored, and they're just so mad at these young kids for going out and getting wasted and having fun and being fashionable.
She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.
All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.
I was a fairly shy person - not the hand raising type.
Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war
All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.
I'm beat to the square, and square to the beat, and that's my vocation.
I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.
The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed--the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn fishnets, plaid mini-kilt, shiny, riveted breastplate with leather straps at the sides and a worn Great Temolo decal near the left shoulder. Her wings are a crazy black-and-white-checkered pattern, like they've been spray-painted at a body shop to look like hipster sneakers.
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
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