What the Buddha?

i wish i could forget you.

My words became simple, but my feelings seemed much more complicated than— they have been before.

Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

Please be kind with me, some day’s I will be hard to love, and others I will love too much, but love is something I always have to give.

We’re too young to be this tired of life.

You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.