A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

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

Boys turns girls into such idiots.

I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

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

Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough.

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?