sup.

I will say I am the sum of my books.

You are mysterious. I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

I like messy people; people who don’t fit in a box or stay between the lines, but whose integrity is greater than any rule book and whose loyalty is stronger than blood.

I’m not a very good sleeper. But you know what? I’m willing to put in a few extra hours every day to get better. That’s just the kind of hard worker I am.

How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.

You can’t spend your whole life holding the door open for people and then being angry they didn’t thank you. Nobody asked you to hold the fucking door.

I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.

When it comes to matters of the heart, always seek the advice of young children. They will tell you with ruthless honesty, what it is you should do; for they have yet to trade their innocence for cynicism or their love for lust.

You’re a beautiful combination of stardust and ocean waves, you are human and it’s okay to mess up.