Believe in yourself up here and it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine.
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.
I find that the more I depend on real life, the less interesting the story is. It’s much more common for me to take something that almost-happened, or I wish had happened, and then follow that possibility.
Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.
I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.
I think I’m way too much of a control freak to co-author anything with anyone. I have a hard enough time writing with myself! I admire people that can do it, but it’s not for me.
I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don’t regret things. Because at least I didn’t spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.
All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.
I always say that teenagers are the first to know if you’re pandering to them.
Too many locks, not enough keys.
True friendship is a promise you keep forever.
I just thought to my self, all of a sudden, that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. To both of us. That we were, in fact, meant to be together.
Sometimes really, really bad things happen to people, and there is no explanation and no reason whatsoever.
Fall in love with someone who truly deserves your heart. Not with someone who plays with it.
I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn’t about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.
I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.
I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.
I think if you’re going to show a true representation of any one life, it can’t be about any one thing. I try to see more of a full picture, with the romance just a single part.
The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.
Grieving doesn’t make you imperfect. It makes you human.