You don’t stop controlling because you become fat, you become fat because you stop controlling

A new romance is something nice giving you a hug

Why be a target of ridicule when you can be, tumultuously comfortable in social settings

If you are still living in your parents’ basement, don’t forget to pretend.

Stop saying l like you and start saying peace be with you

You are living in the echoes of cruelty

If you believe in yourself, you can make it so that your paperboy wakes up in a hospital

When you want the moon, wish for it.

You seem to be the kind of mother who advices their children to want to break into song

Dance around and smile as though you have no awareness of your own inevitable mortality