"It’s like trying to describe sex to your cousin, the sullen teenaged Mormon virgin. Sex with God, that is. Sex with God, if God was a flame-throwing octopus dancing around a stripper pole on the moons of Venus, eating fistfuls of stars and pissing unicorns and smelling like bourbon and MDMA and organic beef jerky and sweat."
You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.