Maybe the start line was supposed to be your finish line. Don’t be afraid to walk backwards.
Robbing someone of their smile and putting it on your own face doesn't make you happy.
When the face in the mirror doesn’t please you, turn it into a canvas.
The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.
These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.
Revolution begins with one step