It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way.

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.

Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?