Late night coffee, sometimes too much

don't forget: somewhere between hello and goodbye, there was love, so much love.

i think the problem is that we depend on our lover to love us the way we should've loved ourselves.

it doesn't matter if it's a relationship, a job, or a lifestyle; if it doesn't make you happy, let it go.

there's a lot of people who call you by your name, but only one can make it so special.

you had me at a point where i would've left the entire world behind for you.

should i smile because you are my friend, or cry because that's all you'll ever be?

if i could show you how awful you made me feel, you would never be able to look me in the eyes again.

i wanted so badly to lie down next to her, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. not fuck like in those movies, not even sex. just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase.

i love you past the moon, and miss you beyond the stars.

nobody is safe from the monsters inside their head.

if one day i got bad with words, i hope you are good at reading eyes.

I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies

bad things are always going to happen in life; people will hurt you. but you can't use that as an excuse to hurt someone back.

when you screw up, eat bad food, or skip a workout, or slept in, it doesn't make you a bad person. it makes you human. Welcome to the club. There's like seven billion of us.