We're all mad here.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.

No matter the situation, never let your emotions overpower your intelligence.

I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things with a heavy heart.

When you can tell your story and it doesn’t make you cry, that’s when you know you’ve healed.

Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself.

Do you ever miss yourself? The person you were before you had your first heartbreak or before you got betrayed by a person you trusted?

I guess I fell in love, and I guess now I’m broken

There’s no love like the first.

Maybe true love isn’t the one with whom we spend our life with. Maybe it is our first heartbreak, the one that showed us how much pain our heart can take until it falls apart. Maybe it has to hurt, otherwise it wouldn’t be true love. And maybe our true love isn’t the one standing in front of us on our wedding day, but the one we’re thinking of right in this moment. Maybe true love isn’t meant to have a happy ending. Maybe after all we just aren’t supposed to be together with them, because unrequited love lasts longer than a fairytale.