Even a falling star still shines.
Crying is easy, like breathing- the more you hold it in, the more you let out.
What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?
Love what you do, not the love you get for doing it.
When the face in the mirror doesn’t please you, turn it into a canvas.
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.