Make peace with your body, it's not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes.

The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.

I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn't he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

My favourite people, biggest inspirations and closest friends are all women. Not a coincidence.

At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.

I’m overwhelmed. My biggest downfall is my brightest blessing, I feel too much, all the time. Ya Allah, if it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.

Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.