For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.
I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough
So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?
Perfect is overrated. Perfect is boring."
I smile. "You don't think I'm perfect?"
"No. You're delightfully screwy, and I wouldn't have you any other way.
How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?
There are some people in life that you can't get over
I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.