Notorious.

It’s been said that love finds you when you’re ready.

I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.

I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

Don’t hold on to someone who’s leaving, otherwise you won’t meet the one who’s coming.

We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love. Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you.

The easiest part is the leaving. The hardest part is teaching yourself not to go back to what’s comfortable; to teach yourself that you don’t need him. The hardest part is teaching yourself not to run back to the arms that broke you, even when it’s 2am and you think you won’t make it through the night unless you talk to him. People leave all the time because it’s the easiest part. The hardest part is to teach yourself to stay gone.

I want a love that makes me feel like those summer nights when I most felt alive

I’m not happy here, but I will pretend to be.

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.

I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.