I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.

There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth

I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.

Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.