The demons that haunt you every night are hell afraid of you loving yourself.
Your love needs no explanation, and their sin does not deserve your revenge.
It is not love that disappoints us. Expecting it won't is what does.
And we loved so blindly that we jumped in to save them and ended up drowning ourselves.
Reaching the moon is more joyful when you have spent all your life in a gutter.
Dream so big you get uncomfortable telling small-minded people.
