Normal people scare me.

Twitter should have user log in theme music just like wrestling. I need a warning that some of you are entering the ring.

Brave are those who come on twitter and are themselves for the world to see. Pathetic are the cowards who try to damage such fragile beauty.

I would totally speak like Yoda to make people angry.



Speak like Yoda would I. Angry they would be.

It doesn't matter if the love is returned. The fact you have the capacity to love another means you also have the capacity to be loved.

For every door that closes, there will be a mouth you wish would do the same.

Is it wrong to be proud of the wrinkles and scars I've earned? I want to grow old in this body. It's the only one I've got & it's damn epic.

Your words may not break bones; worse yet, the shrapnel of your words can destroy the heart slowly.

Seriously twitter. You may be my sole source of serotonin but I have to go. Stop being so damn awesome.


I didn't mean that.


Hold.

Me.

In all honesty this is a beautiful life. Chaotic, sometimes tragic, but so damn beautiful.

I am my own super villain.

My iPhone and my brain try to save you all from my bad tweets.

But I cannot be stopped.

And I wear a cape.

That sounded so much better in my head than it looks typed out.

Story of my life really.

Maybe the things in your past you consider permanent damage are really just a couple of scratches on the screen protector of your soul.

I really think love is beyond borders and definitions. Love is a feeling you have or don't have. But you know it when it strikes you.

Luke Skywalker voiced the Joker in my fav Batman cartoon. I'm a secret fan girl & didn't know it. I get it universe. You can stop now.

Followers: you win some, you lose some.

But to those I've won, I feel as though I've won the jackpot. You know who you are.

0_o

The Super Mario cloud level where one wrong step and you are forever falling to your death is my best understanding of heaven.

Your heart WILL always give you away. Because Karma is a bitch who sleeps around with Freudian Slips.

I'm like Yoda except less green, less backwards talking, taller, more evil, more f you and your red light saber.

Okay not like Yoda.

Dude. The f word is becoming my right hand man tonight.