Some lessons are only delivered in the form of pain.
Even a falling star still shines.
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.
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.
What do you live for? Would you die for it?