Here's to teenage romance, and to not knowing why it hurts like hell.

If beauty is pain, then I must be f(#@%!g gorgeous...

The day you walked away is the day I bled myself dry.

There is love and then there is life, loves enemy.

Love is like broken glass, it's better just to leave it alone then to hurt yourself trying to put it back together.

Better never to had met you in my dreams then to wake up and reach for hands that were never there.

A single tear is a tradegy. A million deaths is a statistic.

Life is pleasant.
Death is peaceful.
It's the transition that's troublesome...

If love is magic, and magic isn't real, then what is love?

Love can be magic...but magic can sometimes be an illusion.