A friendship where you're always trying to be considerate of the other person, always worrying about what they think, always responding to every single text, always seeking their approval and then finally connecting with them, isn't friendship at all.

Solitude reigns supreme. Real heroes don't need friends.

It was a rather cute reaction, but as I wasn’t a part of any of that, I didn't give a damn.

He was so cute when he was embarrassed that it was embarrassing me.

Frankly, if her face wasn't so cute, I would most certainly have been punching it.

Maybe talking like they do -- like every trivial conversation is the height of their youth -- is what being friends is. There's no way I would do that; I'd burst into laughter halfway.

I had no trouble with his readiness to change his attitude. I despise the oppression of social hierarchies and seniority-based systems, unless I'm the beneficiary.

If you want to make friends, you have to be prepared to sacrifice something.

Monday. Given that it means "day of the moon," you'd think there'd be more butts involved.