If I had a euro for every stupid thing I've done, I could buy the Mona Lisa.

It's ridiculous how difficult a question can be when the answer means so much.

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.

So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?

I am hard on myself. But isn't it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn't it better to break it yourself?

I don’t understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It’s like we’re incapable of normal human interaction.

Boys turns girls into such idiots.