You're like a philosopher with tattoos.

I want to do everything with you

Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

One more thing: don’t feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn’t need to say it. I knew all along that you did.

You’re sleeping with an assassin, running for your life every single day from men who want to kill you and you’re convinced you’re going to die of discomfort.

The moment you tell someone else is the moment you become a whiner and the world’s smallest violin starts to play. The truth is, we all have problems; we all go through hardships and pain, and my pain is paradise compared to a lot of people’s and I really have no right to whine at all.

Oh, this is going to be fun; he actually thinks he's teaching me something.