The worst distance between two people is misunderstanding.

You’ve touched me, without even touching me.

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

“The truth is, you can never unlove someone unless you can unlove yourself. Love is contagious. Once you have it, it’s like a virus, you can’t hold it, you can’t control it, you can only spread it. Love has its own way of pushing the person to express the love he has. It is stronger than a human force. Moreover, the love you give will never return to you, it will passed on to another person, and it goes on and on, just like that. Love has no form, it has no shape, we are the one to give it that characteristics depending on how we love. Love’s like the water, it flows, it will continue to flow as long as there’s space to run through. It’s like the wind, it’s free, it travels from place to place. You can’t own love. It’s a gift but you can only recieve it and pass it on”

Sometimes the best goal you can set is just to get out of bed every day. If you can succeed at this, then other things become possible.

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.