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To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing its best to make you somebody else is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight.

You expect the same person who pushed you into the water to be the same person who keeps you from drowning and that’s the fucking problem.

We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.

I will love you until the stars go out, and the tides no longer turn.

Don’t compare your life to others. There’s no comparison between the sun and the moon. They shine when it’s their time.

I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.

And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

For her the ocean was more than a dream, it was a place she needed to visit to find herself. And when she returned to the city, you could see the sun in her eyes, the wind in her hair and taste the infinite salt on her lips.

To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing its best to make you somebody else is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight.

I live in my own little world but it’s okay - they know me here.

The sun is a daily reminder that we too can rise again from the darkness, that we too can shine our own light.

I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

I whisper that I love you; even when you are miles away, I still hope you can hear me somehow.