I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.

It was perfect, but perfection is terrifying.

Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?

Life isn’t about building something with someone else. It’s about building something for a cause greater than yourself, but if someone comes along and they’re worthy enough, we let them build with us.

We can’t be afraid to dismiss the unappreciative.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

When someone says they love you, don’t believe it. Love is shown with actions and not words.

I love you, but I’m more in love with myself and that’s the problem.

I write in seconds. I don’t stop. I don’t think. I simply write and when it comes, it flows and it makes sense because it’s genuine. I don’t understand thought-out poetry. It doesn’t seem real to me.