You have this ability to find beauty in weird places.

Decisions. Where, what, why. Can't handle them. So I'm prolonging the indecision with higher education.

There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.

Can I ask you a personal question"? Of all the rhetorical questions in the world, that is the one which irritates me most with its simultaneous gesture towards and denial of the trespass that is about to follow.

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?

This world is out of date

If I wasn't me, you wouldn't be you.