When comforting others, it's always the same routine, but when comforting myself, I want to try a different approach.
When comforting others, I always use the same set of words, but when comforting myself, I want to grab a rope and try a different approach.
The only person who ever said 'Don't leave, okay?' to me was my physical education teacher. 'Don't leave, okay?' Run, run, run!
As a child, my dream was to become a hero. When I grew up, I realized that a phone could easily achieve this, and there were many choices. It's pretty cool.
I once declared that, even in the scorching heat, I would rather freeze to death than become a hot dog. Until today, being turned into a hot dog has made me realize that beautiful promises are born out of youth.
I once held a scorching hot phone charger and risked my life for it—this was a rare moment of bravery in my life.
There's no such thing as unconditional love, nor unconditional hate, but there is inexplicably inexplicable fat.
Turning over one's face is faster than turning a book, and it's not scary; it's scary when he keeps turning it over and over again.
An endless amount of work, insufficient sleep, a wallet that won't fatten up, can't afford a (a sable), after a half-life, you only earned two billion, one memory loss, one recollection.
I have a severe case of choice paralysis; no matter what I do, I immediately enter the selection paralysis mode.
The best comfort in the world isn't telling someone that everything will be alright. It's frowning and saying, 'Cry, what's the point? Look at me, I'm worse off than you.'
