Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.
We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.
Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered.
There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.
This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
The things you used to own, now they own you.
If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels?
I know this because Tyler knows this.