“You will always be my destination, my home, my whole heart.”

If you were a novel, you’d be an adventure of sadness and happiness and love lost in between.

You just have to surround yourself with people who have the same heart as you.

We spend a lifetime with our feelings; try not to hurt those of others.

It’s okay to close some doors; hell, it’s even okay to lock them.

You are a battlefield. Never will there be a greater war than the one you hold with yourself.

The bravest people aren’t the ones that pretend they’re fine when they’re not. It’s the ones that admit they aren’t fine but carry on anyway.

Perhaps it’s just easier to smile and pretend everything is fine, rather than admit my heart’s a little swollen from losing something that wasn’t even mine.

But if I were to take a palette all my colours would be of you.

No matter where my life takes me or yours takes you, I will love you whether there are a thousand miles between us or none at all.

It’s exhausting to be locked in your head with all these thoughts that tie you down. Just for one moment, try with all your might to let go of all the things that stop you from being you.

How does loneliness still exist with all these souls in the world?

She is scared to love again, because people change their minds. She is scared to love again, because people leave with no answers, and she is sick of thinking it’s because of her.

You’ve become so damaged That when someone Wants to give you What you deserve You have no idea How to respond.

Does art make sense to you? You are so brave and quiet; I think you would understand.

My dreams were always of you but every time I closed my eyes you belonged to someone else.

But the world is exhausted, and the only wealth we have left is love.