People Come To New York To Be

But I Know The Difference. Everyone Else Is A Ghost. I Exist Here Alone, Stranded By Choice. Deserted.

There Is No Such Thing As A Soulmate...and Who Would Want There To Be? I Don't Want Half Of A Shared Soul. I Want My Own Damn Soul.

One Of The Failures Of Cellular Communication Is That Tiredness Often Comes Across As Sadness.

I Mean, Like Most Guys, You Carry Around This Girl In Your Head, Who Is Exactly Who You Want Her To Be. The Person You Think You Will Love The Most. And Every Girl You Are With Gets Measured Against This Girl In Your Head.

True Love. I’m Starting To Suspect The Concept Is Pure Illusion, An Insipid Brand Name Manufactured By Hallmark And Disney.” — Cupcake