Misery loves company. But I have no interest in entertaining misery.

That feeling when vultures have picked you to pieces and have finally flown off because they've taken the last piece of you.

Mirrors capture the light and throw it back to the universe.

Have you ever layed back in a hammock and watch bubbles, iridescent & glowing in the sun, float above you? Or hung, suspended in the darkness all around you while a full moon slowly moves past stars in the sky? It's pure magic.

It's frustrating when you want to create a masterpiece and end up with a stick figure 😂

I feel like my life is a page, with a crude sketch I've drawn, that I want to rip from the binding, crumple up, and toss to the floor so that I can try again.

If cat hair was pollen, my house would be a wondrous garden.

I want the science. Give me the science. ALLL the science!!! - Me, giddily reading about mirror neurons.

I need to sabotage my self-sabotage.

Does judging the judgemental make one hypocritical?

I want to run fast, to far away places, and be alone.

I am delighted to know that crows "scold" people.

Omg, I forgot about mosh pits.

In light we can see the external world. In darkness we can only see that which is a projection from within.

Jung is to Freud like Tesla is to Edison.