If you can abandon your principles for convenience, or social acceptability, then they are not your principles. They are your costume.
He heals her with a touch until the absence of it creates new wounds.
You will miss him the most when you walk through the forest, holding the hand of a man who does not like trees.
You’ll always be my favourite “What If”.
You do nice things for people you don’t even like. Imagine what you’ll do for your favorites.
There’s always that someone that your heart speeds for, ever since you first saw them.
There’s something about having an old friend who knew who you used to be, knows who you are now, and accepts everything you were in between.
But should we keep the door open? What if someone else wants to walk in? What if they decide to return? What if we die, killed by these what ifs?
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Tell me, since how long you have been handling someone else’s storms without complaining a bit while ignoring your own?
People aren’t ignoring you. They are busy with their lives. And the way to stop feeling ignored is to get busy with yours.
Thank you for helping me understand that there’s nothing wrong in loving darkness, in being quiet. Nothing to lose by being an introvert.
I dream of a world where everyone minds their own goddamn business.
You cannot save everyone. Some people are going to destroy themselves and eventually you no matter how much you try help them.
Lost between the love he never got and the love he kept giving.
I write because I feel way too much.
She’s an unfinished fairytale that never got any closure on pages.
I tell myself I’m writing to someone, but most of the time I’m really just writing to that part in myself they have carved in me.
I don’t trust people who can fall asleep with jeans on.
Blaming negative people is a great way of becoming just like them.