Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice.
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.
Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.
I'm not interested in making what's easy. I'm interested in making what's beautiful.
How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?