This isn’t pink, it’s salmon, you heathen.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside—remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.

Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.

I don’t want all that much. But I want to be fine. I want to live a simple life with many good moments and a lot of fun.

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

Those who are heartless, once cared too much.

The less you know, the sounder you sleep.

I’m alone
in a body that can’t
love me.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me you’d better go.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

You don’t ever have to feel guilty about removing toxic people from your life. It doesn’t matter whether someone is a relative, romantic interest, employer, childhood friend, or a new acquaintance — you don’t have to make room for people who cause you pain or make you feel small. It’s one thing if a person owns up to their behavior and makes an effort to change. But if a person disregards your feelings, ignores your boundaries, and continues to treat you in a harmful way, they need to go.

Certain things catch your eye,
but pursue only those
that capture your heart.

I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.