In a perfect world, you and I probably wouldn't exist, so let's not hope for one.

Words are the instruments you play to the song of your ideas, you're just playing covers.

Let me think about the people I care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me, I still love them. I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them - Then let me extend that generosity to myself.

Life isn't just a sequence of waiting for things to be done.

Just a reminder, what other people think of you is none of your business.

There's no need to sharpen my pencils anymore. They're sharp enough. Even the dull ones will make a mark.

Aren't memories just dreams we have when we're awake?