I made plans out of hope, expectation, desire, and duct tape, and I broke those plans with my bare hands.

“Question for your life: If love existed an octave above where your vocal range …”

“My cup is empty. I don’t think I’m wearing it in the right spot.”

“I am the time machine of love. Quick, pull my big lever!”

“I’ll leave my disconnected cell phone as collateral, and I’ll call you on it wh…”