Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.
How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?
Yes, I like girls; Yes, I like boys; I like boys who like boys; I like girls who wear toys and girls who don't; I like girls who don't call themselves girls; Crew cuts or curls or that really bad hair phase in between.
You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.
If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.
I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I've got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.