go hard or go home!

Love yourself so no one has to.

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.

How someone reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.

I think we were meant to be but we did it wrong.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

Maybe love is not supposed to be like fireworks, shortness of breath, or powerful oceans. Maybe love is the kiss of sunlight on cold, goosebumped skin. Maybe love is the crisp air found at the peak of mountains. Maybe love is the sound of rolling waves lulling you to sleep. Maybe love is the pure and gentle beauty of the most ordinary things, and we simply aren’t looking close enough to see it.

Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.

Don’t let people make your love feel like a burden.

The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.

Fall in love with someone that doesn’t make you think love is hard

She stopped answering. And in that moment I realized that I shouldn’t fear loosing her anymore. I shouldn’t stay up like we used to do hoping for a glance of her. I shouldn’t be listening to the songs she gave me. And I shouldn’t be looking at pictures of her cat. I shouldn’t go through what she posts wishing she would write she misses me too. What I realized in that moment is my heart is tired. And my love is shattered. I am not complete anymore. 
Her love lives in me but I don’t fit her life anymore. I am shattered glass and she’s missing a square puzzle piece.