“The loss of life is only truly felt by the living.”

Am I more afraid of failing or succeeding?

Anxiety clouds everything you know to be true.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

Memories can’t be remembered if they were never made. So I hope you make good ones.

I tried to write you as a novel but you were only meant to be a chapter.

I would tell you how I feel if such words existed in this world.

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

Rest is a form of productivity they never wanted you to find.

If my broken pieces could make you whole, than at least my breaking would be worth it.

I will sit with my feelings and you can sit with yours. But lets sit together so not to feel alone.

In the darkness there are no shadows to fear.

I don’t tolerate it. I don’t accept it. I fucking celebrate it – love is love.

Sometimes I write so I can forget and sometimes I write so I won’t.

The smallest act of kindness can spread the greatest gift of hope.

I was too busy trying enough for the both of us to realize how much I shouldn’t be.

I can’t change the whole world but I can change my world.

We were playing hide and seek with our shadows simply pretending to grasp for love we could not find in ourselves.

The greatest astonishment of my life was the discovery that the man who does the work is not the man who gets rich.

Fear is the parent of cruelty, and therefore it is no wonder if cruelty and religion have gone hand in hand.

We love our habits more than our income, often more than our life.

I am everything with you and nothing without myself.

In light of recent events can you tell me where to find the light?

With all the secrets and lies you keep. Your beauty is only skin deep. Vamp.

Machines have altered our way of life, but not our instincts. Consequently, there is maladjustment.