Bence savaşlarda düşman öldüren askerler yerine, harika öğretmenlere madalya verilse, dünya daha güzel bir yer olurdu.

I'm sorry I couldn't be more than I was

Did you ever think about all of the nights you lived through and can't remember The ones that were so mundane your brain just didn't bother to record them. Hundreds, maybe thousands of nights come and go without being preserved by our memory. Does that ever freak you out? Like maybe your mind recorded all of the wrong nights?

They've never had to make any real decisions at all. Their lives are easy and unremarkable. They're not awake.

I like to pretend I'm a prisoner kept in a dark, dank cell who's only allowed fifteen minutes a day in the yard, so that I can remember to really enjoy looking up.

I went to the park and watched the pigeons bob their heads and I felt so lonely that I hoped someone would come along and stick a knife into my ribs just so they could have my empty wallet.