People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

I hope that you become filled with so much happiness that it heals every part of you.

I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.

I wish you would stop apologizing for having a heart that feels everything so deeply. It’s a gift, wear it proudly.

Words don’t hurt you. Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because words hurt more than any physical pain.

It’s painfully ironic the way we build walls
in order to protect ourselves,
yet hope someone will come along
with a love like X-ray vision
that renders them useless,
and makes us want to just
break them right back down.