Time does have a way of softening most things. Anger, hate, and even loss are often diluted by the passage of time. And memories, well they become more precious as days go by . ....

Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.

Let me ask you this: How many days do you have left, if any, in the life you promised for yourself yesterday?

Life will hack off your head and shit down your neck every chance it gets. I’ve found that consuming drugs and booze, listening to music and always having an excuse in the best way to...

So you mean to tell me you won’t fuck anyone you don’t share some kind of deep emotional connection with? What a sad, depressing, truly horrible life you must lead…

An empty bottle of Jack is almost just as beautiful as a new and unopened bottle…in the same sense as looking down at muddied feet, and looking back the way you came. The journey you’ve...

My glass is not only half-empty, I’m convinced someone spit in it.

The cup is both half full and half empty; it has never been one or the other. Stop obsessing over the trivial cup and drink the medicine you’ve been given.

Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea.Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink.Is the glass part full or part empty?Take another sip.And now?