“What a strange world. We trade our days for things.”

We are never alone, We are all wolves Howling to the same moon.

I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

That was her magic – she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.

Love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyway.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

Chase your stars fool, life is short.

It’s a sad thing, protecting a breakable heart.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

She was not for everyone but she was for me.

There will always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.

I could never love her, the fear of losing would be too strong.

Sometimes I want a quiet life other times I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

It was her chaos that made her beautiful.

She wore the moonlight-like lingerie.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.