My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.
He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.
Love what you do, not the love you get for doing it.
What do you live for? Would you die for it?
You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you
What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?