He made a mosaic with peices of his heart. he called it sorrow. they called it art.

Loving you is like running in flip flops

I love it when your smile goes like that. I want to take it down and hang it on the walls of my brain. I will never forget you.

It wasn't real love. It never is.

I see the tragedy in everything. Nothing sees the tragedy in me.

Every direction was scanned. Every angle inspected. She searched for life but all she found was death.

The conversations we had have dwindled down to "lols".. i cant help wondering what you're doing behind that screen.

My cat died last sunday. All day I cried and sulked. And considered when I could finally go look at puppies.

He never liked using microphones. After all, it made him so much more important than he really was.

She tried so hard to tell herself she was beautiful each morning. she hated lying to herself.