“We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.”

You can’t measure, my love for you. I’m a victor. I steal you, from my very own self, every minute every day.

I wonder if there is someone in the sky waiting for me to wake up at five.

Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.

The journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.

Stay peaceful until your inner conflicts turn into a war with someone.

All I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.

There is magic in this universe. I don’t know how often do you believe in it, or you do not at all. But if you do not, then this is for you to know, that your very existence is magic in itself.

I have been confused with many pretty smiles earlier but your canines hit me differently.

I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.

Any day can be Monday when you choose to start right.

Do not insist me to let you go, you come half hearted like a crescent moon, and you go heart-filled like a full moon which glows.

It is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.

I chose myself today, not over you. I can never do that, and you know that well. I just chose the new me over my past self.

The believe you carry in yourself is what makes you unbelievable for others.

When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?

Entangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.

My smile is my favorite part of my body. I think a smile can make your whole body. I want women to know that it’s ok. That you can be whatever size you are and be beautiful inside and out.

If one’s reputation is a possession, then of all my possessions, my reputation means most to me.

Unless you’re willing to look a little foolish, forget the possibility of becoming great.

I think that the longer I look good, the better gay men feel.

Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great.

Beauty draws us with a single hair.

You got to believe in yourself. Hell, I believe I’m the best-looking guy in the world and I might be right.

My kitchen looks like the one from my childhood – very homey, with a little bit of Alice in Wonderland!