The meaning of life is to die living it.
Arrogance will kill anything and everything you ever possibly have.
All of my bad ideas were always my best.
I loved everything to anything to everyone who surrounded him. He was perfect. A delusion with a sweet melancholy taste. He was crazy, but he was my crazy and inside, everything felt right.
I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.
We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.
I fear falling in love and understanding why.
You have to grow. You have to be. You have to love yourself unconditionally.
I stumbled upon something and someone so magnificent I was truly blind to it.
They leave to test the waters but fail to realize the waters are full of rapids.
We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.
How can you be afraid to live yet scared to die?
I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.
The problem was I always took the blame. But he was wrong. But I thought me taking the blame could fix it.
I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.
Someone's therapist knows all about you.
Mountains in the distance remind me of you.
The thing with breaking up is they leave, but the memories stay.
running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely
I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.