“I wanted to use only the prettiest of words for you – but even those weren’t enough.”

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.

I won’t be waiting around to see where you stand. I can stand on my own.

I would rather be known and disliked than never truly known at all.

Words aren’t enough but they are all I have to hold on to right now to keep from falling and near hitting bottom.

Compassionate toward yourself, you reconcile all beings in the world.

As we cultivate peace and happiness in ourselves, we also nourish peace and happiness in those we love.

Nothing lasts forever, but at least we’ve got these memories.

Love had a thousand shapes.

I sustain myself with the love of family.

Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn’t make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

Writing is my love. If you love something, you find a lot of time. I write for two hours a day, usually starting at midnight; at times, I start at 11.