We are all pro choice, but sometimes our choices become duty, sometimes those duties have consequences that alter so many peoples paths. Sometimes our choices are not our own, they are the out come of peoples actions.

I bleed in my reality that our story was never a story, just a figment of my imagination, I know forgetting him is what I have to do.

Death has an odd way of just happening, it is never predicted, regardless of what Nostradamus implied, unless it's predicted by the one holding the gun, or doing the killing.

In order to understand love, you would have to understand hatred first, and the only way to learn that is to experience fear

Loving someone is understanding them, knowing that like a rose grows in different shades, a human is made up of different pieces.

He is the wrong guy, I know that, but even knowing, my heart isn't accepting

He was a made man, and I was just a pawn in his game.

My grandma used to say, tame the tongue, smooth the hair, keep those fake smiles when needed, because it is only going to give you wrinkles and never forget to carry your boots.

you want to know what death feels like? Fall in love