Scrape the grey sky clean, realize that every dark cloud is a smokescreen meant to blind us from the truth

We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.

Someone once told me that the finer points of devotion are about the size of a pinhole, and there are millions of them. And if you could connect each dot, then you’ve got a diagram of what you think you thought you knew, and if you’re willing to admit that you know nothing…you have the blueprint for a breakthrough.

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

Scrape the grey sky clean, realize that every dark cloud is a smokescreen meant to blind us from the truth