"Her light is as loud as is many ambulances."

It’s saddening just how quickly a person turns into an architect when they’re hurt. Personality becomes an emergency shelter, walls of fear insulated with coldness and harsh words, and people are nothing more than storms to run away from.

Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.

I just want to go back to how things were when we were really young. You know what’s the worst is when you’re happy and sad at the same time and you can’t figure out which is which.

Sometimes I hate having good memories with someone because when the time comes they leave you. All you have is those memories. But not the person.

Why waste your time getting hurt by someone when there’s someone else out there waiting to make you happy.