'i think i want to go to culinary school'
'you couldn't even figure out how to open that cheese and grate it.'
'yeah but i think i want to go to culinary school'



the other day at church hayley smiled and pointed to something on a piece of paper. i looked at her and shrugged and shook my head. she pointed again. i shrugged and nodded again. she looked at me, rolled her eyes, leaned in, and whispered to me "God thinks you're gay"

wait why am i home?

tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream.