People like to say love is unconditional, but it's not, and even if it was
unconditional, it's still never free. There's always an expectation attached.
Daylight won’t protect you from anything. Bad things happen all the time; they don’t wait until after dinner.
There are so many things that can break you if there's nothing to hold you together.
I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants or shapeshifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and things suck.
I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.
We're like mysteries to one another. Maybe if I can solve him and he can solve me, we can explain each other. Maybe that's what I need. Someone to explain me.
Good morning, Sunshine.
What? Sunshine fits you. It's bright and warm and happy. Just. Like. You.”
Nothing is perfect. It's not even good yet. But maybe.
I don't really care what people say about me. I'm fine with lies and rumors. It's the truth I don't want being told
I can be your other hand when you need it.