I want you to put your hand on the place where my heart once was and kiss me. Not because I want you to feel that there is some part deep inside of me that is still alive, but because I want you to focus on something else besides the taste of the cold rust that my lips have become.

She deserved to have something named after her, that's how special she was. If, for example, sadness had roots attached to a person's heart, they should carry her name. The roots of self-destruction named after a girl with a chest full of soil incapable of growing a seed.

I have good teeth, my friend.Which is very useful considering how much I smile when I want to convince people that I am alright.If my teeth were completely rotten, I guess it would be much harder for people to focus on how pretty I am instead of how much I hurt.

I guess I was the best version of myself when I was your glass-two-fingers-full.

We have all stopped at some point to listen to our heart simply to make sure that we were still alive.

„But what is life if not love?“ he asked, his eyes full of hope.I didn't have the heart to tell him that love comes and goes, and what is left after it's gone – that, unfortunately, is life.

And then, out of nowhere, his whole world became a tiny little path covered in the softest grass. And there, somewhere in the deepest parts of the long-forgotten forest, all he was waiting for were her wandering feet.

You asked me about the first thing on my mind in the morning and the last one before falling asleep. So I had to make a joke.And you had to pretend you haven't noticed.

There are three things you should know about me, my friend.I hate chitchat, I am afraid of chickens, and I will make you fall in love with me just to break your heart and make it match the pieces of glass stabbing the inside of my chest.