Only the hopeless love God.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

Life’s all about the revolution, isn’t it? The one inside, I mean. You can’t change history. You can’t change the world. All you can ever change is yourself.

Becuse God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.

Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.