When I’m a teacher, I won’t be using red pens to grade papers. Red pens will forever be associated with criticism and bad grades in my mind. I don’t want this person to get their short story back with harsh red pen marks all over it. Purple is much friendlier.

This body is yours. It is your home. The keeper of your soul. The resting place of your spirit. No one can ever take that away.

We're all sinking in the same boat here. We're all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We're all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.

It’s like once everyone decides who you are, you’re locked into their version of you and that’s it.

but then you realize that this ‘whole package’ everyone’s looking for is unattainable. No one can be everything you want them to be.

Its so weird how connecting with someone in a different setting can bring out this whole other side of them. Like how certain places inspire us to act in ways we normally wouldn't.

Things don’t get better just because you want them to.