This is a thing that exists.
The logical conclusion of meme-speak.
I’m not for everyone. I’m barely for me.
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
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"It says ‘in god we trust’ on our money. It says ‘in god we trust’ above the judges bench in a court room. In a court of law, where you have to put your hand on a bible, the christian bible. It’s not my bible. I mean, if I tell the truth it’s because I tell the truth. Not because I put my hand on a book and made a wish. That’s fucking crazy" (x)