“Im still lonely and its a glorification of something Im not finished with. I dont want to be distracted from my work by other people, but the absence of it all distracts me from my work and thats w...”

“Go outside. Dont tell anyone and dont bring your phone. Start walking and keep walking until you no longer know the road like the palm of your hand, because we walk the same roads day in and day ou...”

“Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.”

“So for now,I will miss you like Ill never see you again,And the next time I see you,I will kiss you like Ill never kiss you again,And when I fall asleep beside you I will fall asleep as if Ill neve...”

“I havent been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.”

“So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty an...”

“... and you might say no, you will never do that, thats not you, not who I know, not who I thought you wereand I will saywatch mefor I never did this to fit inor stand outbut to live.”

“Im still lonely and its a glorification of something Im not finished with. I dont want to be distracted from my work by other people, but the absence of it all distracts me from my work and thats w...”

“I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone”

“Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story.”

“I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what...”

“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.”

“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might...”