The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.
Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.
I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
My words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.
I'm wondering how many more mistakes I'll have to make before things finally fall into place. If they ever will.
It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.