be kind to one another.

“do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes”

This is for the no becoming yes For scars becoming breath For saying I love you to people who will never say it to us For scraping away the rust and remembering how to shine For the dime you gave away when you didn’t have a penny For the many beautiful things we do For every song we’ve ever sung For refusing to believe in miracles because miracles are the impossible coming true and everything is possible

I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy them and their existence.

Oh what we could be if we stopped carrying the remains of who we were.

The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.