Emo is over, you can all go home now

He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.

dont let anyone tell you what you are ever- that way you never run the danger of becoming anything but what you believe in.

I’ve always been a dreamer, have always believed in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time, I’m starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?

You can live with me in this house I've built out of writers blocks.

I've always believed in God. I'm just not so sure he believes in me.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.