I am a wallflower.

“We all have two lives. The second one starts when we realize we only have one.”

Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night.

Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, So what. That’s one of my favorite things to say. So what.

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win.

Remember, the universe only became the universe when it shattered into dust And that shattering is the one thing you can always trust enough to tell you the truth is so quiet you may never have heard it without a stethoscope pressed to your chest