All I ever wanted was love, until you loved me.
Truth and Beauty are wonderful words but shrapnel is shrapnel and at the end of the day I am alone with the things I have done.
The world isn’t going to end just because we’ve done everything wrong. Though, that would be easier.
I know that I don’t deserve you, but that’s okay. Life’s not fair.
It turns out that sometimes the future actually belongs to someone else.
Okay, now imagine I am falling in love with you. Can you picture it? Now picture that backwards.
I know I want love, but I have no idea who will make me happy. Emptiness doesn’t know its own shape.
Sometime when two people love each other, it’s really unfortunate.
Nothing can change the way I feel about you. I wish it could.
I wish there was a word that meant goodbye for someone who was already gone.
My mother took off when I was little. I want to hunt her down and tell her how proud I am.
You were my everything, which, upon reflection, was probably the problem.
When we die, I believe we go to a better place: nowhere.
Death is not the end. Death is the credits rolling. The movie was over a while ago.
When people say our love won’t last forever, it sounds like they think anything will.
You and me will died the way we lived; telling ourselves stories to make it mean something.
I don’t want to die alone, which I guess means I don’t want to die.
Love is stupid. Happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid.
People helping each other in the aftermath of tragedy is the only really convincing argument for people.
It must be nice, being perfect, but some of us have to live in this world.