ella ella eh eh eh..

‘You know,’ she said. ‘Missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.’

You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.

Then he left, and with him he took the sun, the moon, the stars, and anything inside of me that might have been good.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Beutiful Angel, love your imperfections every angle..

Tell us what you gave for all the stars drowned in her skin.

You are a language I am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read.

When you’re different, sometimes you don’t see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn’t.