I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFEAND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.

Love her but leave her wild 

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

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

That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.

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

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Sometimes I want a quiet lifeother timesI want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?