It’s like irresistible poison: I’m mesmerized by the way it’s making me feel though it has the potential to crush my soul and I drink it down anyway.

A bus ride is like being in another world.

let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it…starts to make things darker.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

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

Things always change when someone you love dies. You just can't prepare youself for those changes no matter what you do in advance. The only thing that's a certainty in always wondering who's going to be next.

Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.