I you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror. Look a little closer, stare a little longer. Because there is something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, you signed it THEY WERE WRONG.

A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

The tiniest dream that you make happen is worth more than the biggest dream that you never attempt.

This is my voice. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

Sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.

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

Don't tell me you're not beautiful. You're the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight.