“How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.”

Because a broken heart still beats.

Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.

You introduced me to secrets.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.

The day you catch an idea you fall in love with, even a small one, is a beautiful day.

You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.

A smile made of promises and a heart made of broken chains. She was a beautiful contradiction.

I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty. That the reasons flyers fly, whether they know it or not, is the aesthetic appeal of flying.

Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.

I think that marriage is beautiful. And if it’s a partnership with someone you love, then it really is beautiful. Yeah, I think that marriage does work.

We all get old, but I always say the skinny, pretty girls will be screwed.