I forgot everything. Your lips were so beautiful.

So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.

I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.

i can’t have a soul mate because i have no soul

I sympathise with everybody, damn it, and see why they are the way they are.

Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

I’m scared as hell to want you. But here I am, wanting you anyway.

You have each other’s backs. No matter what.

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.

Your silence will not protect you.

“If you cannot find a friend who is good, wise, and loving, walk alone, like a king who has renounced his kingdom, or an elephant roaming at will in the forest.”

Self-pity is a sin. It is a form of living suicide.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can’t predict it. That’s love.

After awhile you could get used to anything.