“What harm is there in dreaming, if it eases pain? What good is reality, if it blots out hope? Can a man’s mind be washed without bleaching his soul?”

I am the universe, and every possibility belongs to me.

The only thing that changed about you is me.

He is my heaven and my hell. Serving passion and poison with the same spoon, and i am a sucker for a taste.

My mistakes tell me I am quite human, but my brief flashes of brilliance tell me I am divine, too.

She now finds solace in vanilla-scented daydreams, as her soul sings away in a musical symphony of humid breaths and well-favored smiles.

Some things won’t change-some things can’t.

My blood is fifty percent alcohol the other half was you.

Darling, you don’t fear love, you fear of loving wrong.