Fake it 'till you make it.
Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.
Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.
But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.
There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.
Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.
I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.
But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?
Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal
You dumb-ass," I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. "You don't share me. You own me.