Cowards, I believe, are people who are afraid to embrace what they want or need in a natural, honest way.
Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're alive.
I walked around Soho's street for over an hour, running into familiar faces but never once stopping to chat. It was then that I felt something discomforting and comforting all at once. I didn't want to be here, in this city, anymore.
When the face in the mirror doesn’t please you, turn it into a canvas.
I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness
Crying is easy, like breathing- the more you hold it in, the more you let out.