“Filled with sorrow yet empty.”

Tell me you are not aching, tell me you’re pretending.

Respect your body, it’s a home to be thankful for.

Those pages became the ocean I left my traces on.

There always will be people to put you down, make sure there always is your desire to stay strong.

It’s good to give up on some things, sometimes it lets you free.

Let your love consume you.

There’s another part of me which resists you, which loves me.

Even the pages I ink crave your name.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

I need a house, full of books, devoid of heartaches.

People don’t last, their actions say the lasting words for them.

As far as possible, let’s meet beyond the stars.

Let me know you to the core, let me be sweet to the sour.

I wish I could go back in time, not to do it all over again but just to be there for myself.

It feels ironic when you wake up one day and try to unlove a person you dreamed of waking up with.

Happiness is found by filling your voids with a leap of faith.

Love, and you shall be loved.

Tears water our growth.

Deep down we all have a sense of our own inadequacy about coping with life.

Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it.

Most misfortunes are the results of misused time.

Out of clutter, find simplicity.

No man is happy who does not think himself so.

There is joy in self-forgetfulness.