Life curses some poor people with the love of luxury, while it blesses some with the very same thing.

Don't waste your whole lifetime waiting for the perfect life when there's a perfectly good one within and right in front of you.

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

Your glass seems like it will always be half full even it falls down and shatters to pieces.

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?

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...

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 . . . Until one day the cup that seemed half-empty, incredibly, becomes half-full.

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 taken to get to this point, the experiences and sights and music listened to, the shit scrolled down on paper. An empty bottle may hold more promise than a full one in that regard...