I realized, in an intimate lightning flash, that I am no one. No one, absolutely no one.
My parents warned me about the drugs on the streets
but not the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat.
It's not true that you can't love others if you don't love yourself, some put all the love they have into others and are left with none to keep.
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.
It’s scary how many people think they want to die, when really they want is to start living.
As much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse.
Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.
Because I am not the type of person someone falls in love with.
Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
I’ve taught myself to talk to everyone in their own language. I just need someone to talk to me in mine.