My life is punctuated by text messages.

I’m pretty sure ambrosia was just orange juice.

Knowing the individual, utopia, don’t focus on broad, stereotypes, generalizations, get back to individual.

I love the smell of crisp, fall leaves.

Artists are useless unless they can make you see, feel, sense, perceive they way they do.

When I don’t sleep, I feel that I have a better understanding of the world, and time passes much quicker.

The only difference between wine and vinegar is time.

There’s nothing like the smell of a telephone pole.

I’m glad for those eerie moments when everything around you is moving, everyone is walking, cars are driving past, but everything is silent; no one is talking, like there’s a thick cloud of fog around your ears which prevents sound from reaching you.

Sometimes I’m afraid of myself, because the media honestly makes me think that all Muslims are terrorists, including myself.
70 degree overcast days with a breeze are my favorite.

I have a super long reading list.

I love to write terrible poetry, because I understand it and it makes me proud of myself.

I sometimes think I should have been a rapper (if only it were prestigious).

“We and our words are overproduced by influence.” –Anthony Green