Don't swear off all the fruits just because you ate one bad apple.

I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.

I need to know that wherever I end up, in the stars or in the gutter, you’re along for the ride.

We had pathetically simple dreams: to do meaningful work that we could be proud of, to be together, and to be happy.

Just knowing you exist changed the world for me.

There's a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I'm guessing that once you've discovered this distinction you can't go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.

There are things we never tell anyone. We want to but we can't. So we write them down. Or we paint them. Or we sing about them. It's our only option. To remember. To attempt to discover the truth. Sometimes we do it to stay alive. These things, they live inside of us. They are the secrets we stash in our pockets and the weapons we carry like guns across our backs. And in the end we have to decide for ourselves when these things are worth fighting for, and when it's time to throw in the towel.