Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.
You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.
Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it’s how you see them,that’s how they really are.It’s like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.
Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.
If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.
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.