We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity.

Scrape the grey sky clean, realize that every dark cloud is a smokescreen meant to blind us from the truth.

Maybe the best we can hope for is that those we leave behind find comfort in knowing, that we’re born out of love, and not science. That biology explains the how, but love explains the why.

To discover the thing you’re brilliant at you first have to endure realizing all the things you’re average at.

Don’t tell me you’re not beautiful. You’re the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight.

That’s what we were told – stand up for yourself. But that’s hard to do if you don’t know who you are.

I’ve been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.

Don’t let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act, that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

If you think for one second no one knows what you’ve been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone – that pain is part of the human condition and that alone makes you a legion.