It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way

It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you'd erase yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.