Parents have this twisted belief that anyone under the age of about twenty simply can’t know what love is, like the age to love is assessed in the same way the law assesses the legal age to drink. They think that the ‘emotional growth’ of a teenager’s mind is too underdeveloped to understand love, to know if it’s ‘real’ or not.

I run behind her, letting her stay a few steps ahead of me so if she happens to fall I’ll be there to laugh at her first and then help her up afterwards.

What you wear doesn't really matter much. All that matters is where you're going what you're doing while you're wearing it.

Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you'll get wherever it is you're going a lot faster and with less bumps in the way.

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.