I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.

I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.