I love the wind. Sometimes when I get hit by a breeze, I leave my body. It's surreal.
Sometimes, the wind will bring me your scent and I miss you. But only a bit.

If I do decide to pursue architecture, I'll probably need to leave Case soon. I don't know if I can leave so many of my favorite people.

I've been meaning to pursue more artistic endeavors, but when I paint I almost never finish. And I always find that discouraging. Most of the time I stop because I lose whatever feeling I had for the piece, or I don't know where to go with it. Sometimes I just paint over them.

I hate people as a group, though I love individuals.
"I love to preach tolerance, but truthfully I'm the least tolerant person I know. I cheerfully write off bigots, dogmatists, and hypocrites without a second thought. I don't actually know anyone who would exclude or think badly of someone based on their sexuality, but I hear that people like that are out there, and I'm pretty sure that if I ever actually ran into one I would be able to give them fifteen way better reasons to full-out hate me, starting with my utter contempt for them."
- Devin Grayson
I have a very low tolerance for intolerance and chosen stupidity.
Body heat.