A lot of people will break your heart, but if you look at the bright side, only one will be the worst.

People believe that soulmates are two people that were made for one another. I believe that we were made for someone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they were made for us.

May you suffer enough tragedy to gain a vast knowledge and understanding of life.

Would you recognize your soul if you met it?

I don’t know where I am or where I’m going, but I just want to be right here.

It was like that time on the phone, how I said I was scared you’d forget about me. The way you said that’s a chance you’ll have to take was said with such a deep repressed sadness.

At times, I do wish people knew the half of it. Not in a condescending or a superior sense, but beauty lies beneath our life experiences, and occasionally it would be nice to feel a truthful connection of past meets present.

It’s not that I love danger, it follows and lingers beneath. It feels for me when I’m asleep. I awake and it pulsates through my veins and gives me life to live another day.

He loaded the bullet and begun roulette, wrote about how I smelled like whiskey and regret. His eyes said upset while his mouth spoke, it’s time to accept.