Courtney Peppernell Pillow Thoughts Quotes

Perhaps it’s just easier to smile and pretend everything is fine, rather than admit my heart’s a little swollen from losing something that wasn’t even mine.

The tragedy of what could have been is nearly as crippling as what once was but can never be again.

Is that why you play the music so loud? A beat to drown out the thoughts, sound so high you cannot think, lyrics so close to home you don’t even blink.

But the world is exhausted, and the only wealth we have left is love.

Be kind to yourself, the way you would be to someone you love.

If you were a novel, you’d be an adventure of sadness and happiness and love lost in between.

Life is unpredictable, and I’d rather play every card as honestly as I can than have a deck full of regrets and what-ifs.

You spend your whole life convincing yourself you are a chapter worth following, and then someone comes along and doesn't want to read the ending, and suddenly the whole story falls apart

Of all the tragedies on this earth, there is none more tragic than a person who cannot see their worth.

I am no more the person that you left than you are the person I miss.

I loved what we had too. The only difference was that I saw it as forever and you saw it as just for now.

I have been a little off balance since the day I met you. This is because I had never known what it is like to be perfectly aligned.

Before we begin, I’d like to share a story. Once upon a time there was a jellyfish. We’ll call it You. You became lost sometimes You could be a little unsure You tried very hard But sometimes it didn’t feel like enough. I hate to spoil the ending But You is fine You is still here You is going to make it.

I understand why people take flight from bridges, I understand why a girl holds a blade to her wrist, I understand why a grown man cries counting all his lists. What I wish for the world to understand is that in these fragile moments, patience and love are needed most.

You are a battlefield. Never will there be a greater war than the one you hold with yourself.

When you take a lover who uncovers all your flaws, listens to the very essence of who you are and embraces you rather than judges you, hold on to this love for a lifetime, as you will never find a love quite as pure.

You were always miles away. Maybe you were just always meant to be miles away. The distance saw us together in a dream and thought we were better off without all the mess.

she's the type of girl that has a place in her heart for all the lonely people to go with their forgotten footprints in the snow

Then I am reminded that life will continue on, regardless of whether I choose to board the train or stay on the platform.

I still feel the aches you left behind, even after all the time you have been gone. This heart of mine has been broken before, but this emptiness has never left me quite as sore.

We should kiss. Not because you passed my way by chance but because you stopped and I haven’t been the same since.

Sometimes sadness does not have a source. There is no immediate solution, no escape plan from its clutches. Instead, you learn to coincide, as though sadness is an old friend who needs a gentle nudge in the right direction.

It’s exhausting to be locked in your head with all these thoughts that tie you down. Just for one moment, try with all your might to let go of all the things that stop you from being you.

They say don’t fall in love with writers because their poems are messy and their letters are empty words dressed up to look pretty. But I say fall in love with me because underneath the mess and in between the lines is a heart too full of love that would follow you to any city.

I tried to stop loving you so I built walls around my heart and found other names to whisper in the night. But you carved yourself into my veins whether you meant to or not. And sometimes I wonder if you remember the way we looked at each other or maybe you just forgot.

People should fall in love more. Fall in love with the way your coffee swirls as soon as you pour the milk in. Fall in love with the look your dog gives you when you wake up. Fall in love with the rare moment when your cat doesn’t ignore you. Fall in love with the person who tells you to have a good day. Fall in love with the waiter who gives you extra chili fries. Fall in love with sweaters in winter and cold lemonade in summer. Fall in love with the moment your head hits the pillow. Fall in love with talking to someone until 4 a.m. Fall in love with the days you can hit the snooze button over and over again. Fall in love when a lover stares at you for five hours. Fall in love with the stars when they look at you. Fall in love with the sound of someone breathing. Fall in love with the bus if it’s on time or the train if it comes early. Fall in love with everything possible.

Don’t date broken girls, my mother said. “But they deserve to be loved too.” And so I loved a broken girl more than anything; I just didn’t realize she would break me too.

I forgave you for myself. Not for you. You were too selfish for me. So when you broke my heart, I decided to be selfish too. Selfish in the way I stopped Making everything about you.

I keep wondering how sad do I have to be for someone to stop insisting everything is going to be fine?

I hope you find someone who reminds you that you deserve the love you give.

One day you are going to look at someone and say, "I survived." There is great satisfaction in that. Even more if the person staring back comes from your mirror.

When the stars ask you what it is you want, why do you speak of a love that tears you apart? Why do you crave a love that will break your heart? Your soul is never beyond repair, so stay humble and be kind and eventually a love will come along and remind you of why you are alive.

But if I were to take a palette all my colours would be of you

If I had any say and my life to do again, I’d have moved us closer.

You are a lonely sailboat, afraid of drowning where no one will see.

You’ve become so damaged That when someone Wants to give you What you deserve You have no idea How to respond

Who made you feel Like your scars Aren’t beautiful And your baggage Isn’t worth carrying? Who made you feel Like you don’t Deserve everything And you aren’t Someone worth keeping?

One day you are ordering coffee every morning and the next you can't even order coffee without thinking about ordering theirs too.

How does loneliness still exist with all these souls in the world?

When did you become so tired of us?

Just tell me softly that you love me, because when you said my name, I swear my heart was never the same.

You just have to surround yourself with people who have the same heart as you.

Life is too short for games unless it’s a game of cards. Don’t text back right away; if you like them, pretend you don’t; and don’t you dare say I love you first. Well screw all that. I will text you back in three seconds; I will tell you that I like you; and if I love you, I’ll tell you every chance I get. Life is unpredictable, and I’d rather play every card as honestly as I can than have a deck full of regrets and what-ifs.

There are days where triggers are around every corner, lurking in shadows where darkness spills heavy breaths and tight chests. Anxiety is a devastating thing. No matter how many times you are told to “breathe,” it feels as though the air has all but thinned, and despite every logical reason to remain calm, you feel like a ship without its sails in the middle of a raging storm.

You won’t remember, they say, when someone drifts away. One minute you are talking about life’s greatest adventures and listening to mixtapes on Monday afternoons, and the next their presence is replaced with silence: a fragile nonexistence with nothing else to lose. But I will always remember our drift. It took up all this space, like a planet with many moons. It was the year you forgot my birthday.

They didn’t warn me that heartache doesn’t always have someone to blame. Sometimes it’s no one’s fault (it’s probably all mine).

You will always be my destination, my home, my whole heart.

I know life isn't always about bright colors and fireworks. Sometimes the colors aren't always clear, and our days get so hard they hurt. But settle down with me, hold my hand, let me kiss you. All I want is to know you more. Better than anyone else has before.

But life is not about half doing. You cannot half love or half accept or half live. It's about giving everything you have. When you are old and worn, do you really want to look back and say you gave the bare minimum? You owe yourself more than that.

But I am so deeply lost in my own soul, how can I expect anyone else to understand me?

No matter where my life takes me or yours takes you, I will love you whether there are a thousand miles between us or none at all.

They say transitions happen with big events. Like a wedding, your birthday, or your gradation. But maybe it's really in the smaller moments, like when you look at yourself in the mirror and realize how far you've come or how far you still have to go.

Your feelings are valid and real. Do not let anybody denounce them just because they do not feel the same way. These feelings do not make you weak, or clingy, or overly emotional. They make you strong, brave, and beautiful. You are not merely made of stardust; you are the comet streaking through the sky on the way to do good and bright things.

I think if you let me, I’d build an observatory just to show you that all the stars in the universe will never shine as brightly as you.

I’m sorry for all the days we’ve spent separately I’m sorry for all the time we cannot make up I’m sorry for being caught up in all your lonely I just wanted a place to stay

Is that why you play music so loud? A beat to drown out the thoughts, sound so high you cannot think, lyrics so close to home you don't even blink.

Does art make sense to you? You are so brave an quiet; I think you would understand.

Just for one moment, try with all your might to let go of all the things that stop you from being you.

I swore I would never be happy again the day you said, “Let’s just be friends.” But the world goes on even when lovers go their separate ways. So I will carry on in the hopes I’ll find another lover someday.

There is beauty in the chaos of living

Some chapters don't have happy endings. But you read on anyway, and I think that's the point. Not to be happy all the time but to know the sun always comes back around.

The tragedy of what could have been is nearly as crippling as what once was but can never be again

The aches in my arms still surprise me, even years after letting you go.

You shouldn't lose sleep over somebody any more than they should lose sleep over you. But you do, we all do. And we call this love.

It's the last day of the year and I still lose myself in good books and warm tea, those quiet nights and writing your name on my windshield.

There are many things you should care about Like sick animals, dying trees, and saving the bees. What others think of you is not one of these things.

The past does not define you. There will be people who once knew you intimately, but they don’t know you now. They may remember a chapter that once spoke to them, but they don’t get to know the chapters that are coming. You get to write those.

People grow apart. Distance doesn’t always mean miles. Sometimes it means two friends going separate ways. The person you poured your heart out to, traveled through new cities with, called at three in the morning just to get ice cream, suddenly becomes someone who can’t even text you back. So, you start to wonder what happened and where it all went wrong. How can this person who was once your lifeline now be a stranger who holds all your memories? But people change and become caught up in their own lives. They may not even realize they are doing it. Sometimes friends disappear and we don’t know why. But you don’t deserve to be ignored. The things you have to say are important; you should never allow someone to make you feel as though they aren’t. You should never tolerate someone who can’t acknowledge the news you have to share. You don’t need this in your life. Let go of people who don’t make you happy.

Often I wonder what it may take for someone’s heart to grow cold and I think perhaps the reason is because their heart was left out in the rain. And so on rainy days I struggle because I still don’t know how to convince you that I will be outside in the storm with an umbrella just big enough to cover your heart.

You can’t choose which parts of her you love. Even in all the ugly moments, she should still be the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. People are not perfect, they have flaws. You don’t get to choose which ones to leave out. That’s not honest love.

They don't teach you that some people will turn on you even after you have loved them with all the atoms in your body

My heart is not in my body; it's lying under the castle you burned down.

Some moments have to happen so they may shape you, teach you, undo you, and remake you.

I keep wondering how sad do I have to be for someone to stop insisting everything is going to be fine?

You are the freckle on my nose and I am the freckle on my back. We share the same space but we will never be together.

If you are in love and the love is returned, be grateful. Because if you take love for granted, it will be overturned.

We cannot all be artists and I must admit I do not know how to paint. But if I were to take a palette, all my colors would be of you.

You stripped me of all my certainty and left me with all these bruises You stole so much of me, more than I had ever planned

By existing you are planting softness in soil that has turned hard. There is no need to surrender your existence. You are doing just fine by even existing at all.

I am the universe, and every possibility belongs to me.

It’s okay to close some doors; hell, it’s even okay to lock them.

People should fall in love more. Fall in love with the way your coffee swirls as soon as you pour the milk in. Fall in love with the look your dog gives you when you wake up... Fall in love with the person who tells you to have a good day... Fall in love with sweaters in winter and cold lemonade in summer. Fall in love with the moment your head hits the pillow. Fall in love with talking to someone until 4 a.m... Fall in love with the stars when they look at you. Fall in love with the sound of someone breathing... Fall in love with everything possible.

Breathe in, breathe out slowly and count to ten. There is no rulebook on how to cope when these things end. You may not feel it now, but things will get better, even if life doesn't tell you when.

It’s difficult to be the best version of yourself all the time. But perhaps life isn’t about that. You don’t have to always be in a good mood; you don’t have to always be sociable or productive. It’s about how much you try, even when it feels like life keeps flipping upside down.

Change is not going to sit you down and ask if you are ready. Change is not going to knock on your door and hand you notice. Change is not going to hug you in the middle of the night and tell you it can wait. Change does not wait. Change doesn’t care if you aren’t ready. It will happen anyway. Change is not always the friend you may want, but it will always know when you need it. It’s like batman, basically

You can't skip chapters, that's not how life works. You have to read every line, meet every character. You won't enjoy all of it. Hell, some chapters will make you cry for weeks. You will read things you don't want to read, you will have moments when you don't want the pages to end. But you have to keep going. Stories keep the world revolving. Live yours, don't miss out.

I will not bandage all your Wounds I will not kiss all your Bruises I will not admire all your Scars Instead I will watch you As you bandage yourself And mend all your bruises And wear your own scars Because you are your own Hero And all your sadness is Yours And I will love you Because of it All

But what else am I supposed to do when your hair is soft and your eyes are blue? And my heart turns over at the sound of your name only you smile at me the way friends usually do. I am more of a mess than a rainy day because you have no idea I feel this way.

Let's be frank - there are times it feel the whole world is falling apart. You cannot compare your pain to others' so why respond with "someone else has it worse"? Pain is immeasurable when it's felt because in that moment it feels like the worst pain on earth.

Don't waste your time with people who bring you down. Bitterness is a disease that gets the better of most people, but that doesn't mean you need to tolerate it. You have flaws just like anybody else. Embrance them, live for them. There is only one you. Forgiveness is happiness. They walk hand in hand. You dpn't have to forgive everyone in your life. But you do have to forgive yourself. Every time.

Then I am reminded that life will continue on, regardless of whether I choose to board the train or stay on the platform

My soul is numb, and I am desperate to feel. In times of distress and sadness, mornings are no longer forgivable, and waking up isn’t ideal.

We spend a lifetime with our feelings; try not to hurt those of others.

That’s the thing about people who are soft. Everyone else thinks they can walk all over them as though they won’t notice. But we do; we notice everything.

I know you don't see yourself the way I see you and you still argue when I call you beautiful. But all the things you can't stand about yourself are all the things I can't go a day without.

I am sure they will make the road to recovery seem clean. They’ll use words to make healing seem pretty and pretend the bandages don’t feel heavy and still cause pain. Your sadness is never going to be near and tidy, and on some days you might even wonder how you’re going to pick up every shattered piece on the floor when burying your soul seems much easier. There will be moments where you have to convince yourself that feeling is better than being numb and that your aching bones are strong enough to carry on. There will be times things feel upside down and you are spinning on an axis that is never balanced. There will be days where you take steps backward and those new steps forward feel very far away. But even in the difficulty you are still taking steps, you are still making progress. And for every bump along the way, just remember you have come this far; might as well keep going.

You still love them, even if they no longer love you. There is bravery in letting go of a love you thought you knew. There is no shame in wanting someone who doesn't want you back. But darling, you deserve someone who wants to love you just as much.

We’ve spent half the night arguing Because you’re there and I’m here But what else can we do I guess this is growing up When things don’t work out And you fight to hold on Until you realize that sometimes The only thing you have Is to keep moving on

You remind me of home, of all the simple things in life, of light and love and the reasons I am not alone. You remind me of hope, of the sea and the sky, every hug and every kiss from your lips to your thighs. I have flown around the world and met no one like you because you are all the things I keep coming back to.

You’re beautiful without even trying but each time I bring you a flower it ends up dying and you don’t see how I look at you you just keep crying and the saddest part is that you’re so special but you think I’m lying

Flowers on Your Doorstep You deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning. You deserve notes left on your dashboard and ice cream sundaes at 3 a.m. You deserve honesty every day and to be kissed every hour. You deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are. And if you let me, I’ll show you every day. I promise.

You have every right to love your solitude. Being alone doesn't always mean you are lonely.

Sometimes the smallest details about a person are the biggest reasons why you love them.

I am sorry we are in different states and towns

They say there’s beauty in sadness but I don’t think so

I knew what I was going to say; I had rehearsed my goodbye over and over again, but you left without a word.

I think if you let me, I'd build an observatory just to show you that all the stars in the universe will never shine as brightly as you.

I will stand by you in every new day even when people seem so unkind because you are beautiful despite what they say and you are everything I've wanted to find.

One day you are going to look at some and say, "I survived." There is great satisfaction in that. Even more if the person staring back comes from your mirror.

One day you are going to look at someone and say, “I survived.” There is great satisfaction in that. Even more if the person staring back comes from your mirror.

I’ll see you when I see you I’ll still love you when I do But for now Goodbye to you Goodbye to all the things I can’t keep holding on to

The hesitation will be quiet. It will come when you least expect it. It will rise from the depths of your aching soul and settle in your heart as three words. I deserve better

Words look different on pages than in your mind. On pages, they sit quietly, waiting to be read. But inside your head, they're screaming, angry, hurting, bleeding red.

I’m learning to love myself, especially the thoughts in my mind. I’m learning that sometimes I will have dark thoughts and other times I won’t, and both are okay, as long as I remember I am always worth it.

I saw an angel once But she had lost her wings I saw an angel once She seemed broken of all things I saw an angel once And asked her why she was sad The angel looked at me and said " Because the world has gone mad

My mind repeats all the mistakes I’ve made, like a bad movie reminding me of all the things that cause me so much doubt. There are things that go wrong in my life, like a roller coaster that twists and bends. People say that this is just how life goes. But too often I am wondering if maybe it’s just me. Too often I am thinking about how often my doubt shows.

When you take a lover who uncovers all your flaws, listens to the very essence of who you are, and embraces you rather than judges you, hold on to this love for a lifetime, as you will never find a love quite as pure.

I thought about kissing you today and yesterday and the day before that. I know I’ll think about kissing you tomorrow and the day after that and some more days after those days. I think about kissing you slowly and tracing my fingers along your lips. I think about kissing you in your car, in the rain, on your doorstep. I think about kissing your dimple, your cheek, your spot. I think about kissing only you not anyone else just you.

You’re covered in all these broken promises from people who said they would never leave. Sometimes afraid of your own skin and the scars that run deep in your veins. Are you ready Are you ready for someone who could turn you inside out? No one dares to peel back all the layers of your skin All this damage, you’re a mess. Are you ready Are you ready Because I want your damaged skin.

It's 3am and I am lying alone Because you just hung up the phone We've spent half the night arguing Because you're there and I'm here But what else can we do I guess this is growing up When things don't work out And you fight to hold on Until you realise that sometimes The only thing you have Is to keep moving on

It makes me sad, truly, that you were made to feel as though you were annoying or stupid or that you aren't beautiful when you talk about the things you love or that you aren't interesting at 7 p.m. or 5 a.m. Your existence is important. You are important.

They say don't fall in love with writers because their poems are messy and their letters are empty words dressed up to look pretty. But I say fall in love with me because underneath the mess and in between the lines is a heart too full of love that would follow you to any city. Darling, kiss me like you need to feel safe because my lips want to know all the places you have been hurt so they can make all the pain drift away.

All this time, I’ve been thinking about happy endings, how destiny is set and maybe this is all it. But then I am reminded that destiny can change; as often as the mountains rumble and sky splits into color, your happy ending could always be right around the corner.

I had a dream that I was under my skin, lost and wandering around my body.

I feel as though I am always writing my first draft. As though my life is a series of edits that I never have time to complete.

Maybe after all this time you were looking to the wrong person to save you. The right person had been there in front of you. You had just forgotten to look in the mirror.

But what else am I supposed to do when your hair is soft

I’m caught somewhere between moving on and holding on and not knowing which one I can handle best.

You may not feel it now, but things will get better, even if life doesn’t tell you when.

Time is valuable. For all the time we've lost by not being together, it has made you the most valuable thing to me.

You do not have to show your face to the world every single day. You are allowed a day off.

Vibes are a necessity Vibes are important Especially the good ones Look for them Keep them Genuine people are hard to find

Love makes us both happy and sad and there is not a soul alive that has been able to understand why.

There is so much noise The city never sleeps And I long for just one day everything is so quiet You and I could hear the clouds move

You are a lonely sailboat, afraid of drowning where no one will see. Yet you forget you have never been alone, not while you have the sea.

My dreams were always of you but every time I closed my eyes you belonged to someone else

I know life doesn't play out like the movies. But I want a happy ending with you.

If you are in love and withering, then this is not love, because when in love, a rose should bloom.

Sometimes being alone is too much to face. When everyone keeps telling you to be strong but when you close the bedroom door you’re barely hanging on. The days and weeks feel so heavy sometimes, the world becomes a cruel place to be. It makes you lose will, lose focus. And sometimes the road is covered in fog and to step inside is scarier than to just give up.

Darling soul, some of life’s richest moments come from the ability to laugh at yourself. We make errors; we blunder in the things we do. But this will never give another person the right to humiliate you. There is no punch line in who you are. No joke that could ever be made at the expense of your life. If someone seeks to embarrass you, they are taking it too far.

I think about kissing you in your car, in the rain, on your doorstep. I think about kissing your dimple, your cheek, your spot. I think about kissing only you, not anyone else just you.

We fear losing friends. We fear losing a shoulder to cry on, someone to laugh with, someone who knows our secrets. Someone who has seen us at our best and worst. We fear losing a friend whom we once relied on. More than that, we fear the reason they left. What if it was our fault?

There are little pieces of happiness and they are scattered through your day. So take a basket with you as you step outside, fill it up with all the little pieces, and bring it back inside. Take a moment, just by yourself, take out all of the pieces, and place them on your shelf.

As song writers, poetry has always played a special role in our lives. We discovered Pillow Thoughts, and it has been one of the most enjoyable books we have read in a long time!” —The Chainsmokers

I have never known what this sadness feels like when you cannot feel the sun or the air around you And time they say will heal you but even my own mother doesn't know what to do. You promised to keep me safe You knew what the others had done and I fell for the sincerity in your face. Maybe I deserved this for trusting someone who could manipulate so easily Maybe I deserved this for not listening when mother knows best. But all I was trying to do was show you that even a monster can be loved.

When you take a lover who uncovers all your flaws, listens to the very essence of who you are, and embraces you rather than judges you, hold onto this love for a lifetime, as you will never find a love quite as pure.

When we met, there was a pull. Like two magnets unsure of the way we wanted to feel. You told me that night you were afraid of fireworks but loved colors in the sky. And all week I’ve been wondering if I could be a color you’d want to know.

I think that if you let me I'd treat you like the sky. I'd join up all your insecurities bundle all your flaws into a new constellation and search for it endlessly. I know you don't see yourself the way I see you and you will still argue when I call you beautiful. But all the things you can't stand about yourself are all the things I can't go a day without. I think if you let me I'd build an observatory just to show you that all the stars in the universe will never shine as bright as you.

Remember when you were little and your imagination ran free. The dragon under the stairs and the boiling lava between the sofas. At night, you were an astronaut jumping on your bed under glow-in-the-dark stars. By day, you were climbing mountains, running through jungles, and racing cars. Now you are a little older and you wonder if the imagination will disappear. But hold on to your dreams. Without imagination, the excitement of possibility is lost. There is so much wonder in dreaming. Hold on to your imagination.

there is no such thing as heart-lessness. If someone is cruel and un-kind, it is because they do not know of the kindness from strangers or the light within love. And if they do not know of light, how sad and lonely they must be, to become demons of the noght.

I know I overthink too much, like my mind is the sky and it explodes and rains stardust. I know I can be insecure, like I am always staring in the mirror and seeing another. But I will love you wholly. I will think of you often. I will make you feel like the sun, never ever forgotten. She said her favorite color was purple, and now I haven’t seen purple the same since. I see lavender and think of her, I see her bedroom walls and dream of her, I wear purple t-shirts to feel her around me, I write love letters in purple crayon, because she makes my heart wild and carefree. I know life doesn’t play out like the movies. But I want a happy ending with you.

I picked up all your things and I put them in a box. I was going to send them back to you, all those things you gave me when you promised I was the only thing you needed. And then I realized I can’t put every kiss in the box or return every “I love you.” I can’t return every time I held you or unwrite every love letter I wrote you. I can’t undo every time I touched you or unhear the way you said my name. I can’t send back every “You’re beautiful” because things will never be the same. What am I going to do with all these things if I can never pack them away?

It will catch you off guard one day. You’ll be so surprised by it you may even lose your concentration. One moment you are living idly by and the next they are on your mind nearly every moment. You’ll lose sleep over the next time you’ll hear their voice. You might even find yourself daydreaming about a future together. One day you are ordering coffee every morning and the next you can’t even order coffee without thinking about ordering theirs too.

You have spent all these years building a list of the things you can’t stand about yourself. You have been trying to hide the deepest parts of you because you are afraid of someone getting close. But there are only so many seasons you can spend with locks on your door. Because eventually someone will walk in and they will want to know you more and more.

i spend half the morning thinking about your phone call, and when we were up all night talking. How I felt the effect of your words on my heart. I lie in bed and I think of you. I know you come with baggage, but so do I. I know you're scared because of how others treated you. But as the sun rises and sets, I'm falling in love with all the things you do.

You told me that I was your rose, but in the winter you turned your attention to all the other flowers in the garden instead of tending to my fallen petals.

You could beg someone to heal you in all the ways you can't heal yourself. But other people are not bandages. You are your own journey. The pain belongs to you.

Life hits you hard. It doesn’t matter if you’re ready for it or not; it still happens.

What am I going to do with all these things if I can never pack them away?

Life is too short for games unless it's a game of cards.

I think about kissing you slowly and tracing my fingers along your lips.

Find the kind of love that doesn’t make you question their intentions. Find the kind of love that makes the distance between you worth it.

People are not perfect, they have flaws. You don’t get to choose which ones to leave out. That’s not honest love.

Here I am after all this time, hopelessly and madly in love with you.

I understand why people take flight from bridges, I understand why a girl holds a blade to her wrist

So I’ll stand here for you In the wind and the rain And I’ll be the lighthouse you need.

This is my life and I will fall for you every day because you are my love and I see you in everything.

Why do you always think you are bothering someone? Stop that.

So, when you are near empty, remember your worth, because the universe always needs your light.

I asked you to ride shotgun with me. I didn’t say hold the shotgun to my heart and pull the trigger.

I get jealous even when people aren’t mine because others are reckless with their hearts and forget to be kind

May your weapon be kindness, Your shield compassion, May the flowers grow again, To sprout love from all this sadness

But what is love where there is no trust and what is trust if after that day I couldn’t believe anything else you had to say

Like the sun and the moon, you will never be a burden.

You deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are. And if you let me, I'll show you every day.

distance often gives you a reason to love harder

Be gentle with yourself, forgive yourself, even on your darkest day.

Some things will never be fair for everyone. This is the saddest realization that the universe can teach. So if they are fair for you, remember to be grateful.

Time has no agenda. You can meet someone and love them right away or grow your love over many years. You could have known someone for eternity and they still could not understand your core existence, yet the stranger at the bus stop knows exactly who you are. Time doesn’t mean a thing. Of all the important things you must do today, there is none greater than showing kindness to your heart. For even the brightest make mistakes and the wisest do not have a thing to say. Be gentle with yourself, forgive yourself, even on your darkest day.

Mental illness is not weakness. It doesn't define you. It will try to dictate your days and make you feel cursed. But just like anyone else, you are equally a child of the universe.

You can’t skip chapters, that’s not how life works. You have to read every line, meet every character. You won’t enjoy all of it. Hell, some chapters will make you cry for weeks. You will read things you don’t want to read, you will have moments when you don’t want the pages to end. But you have to keep going. Stories keep the world revolving. Live yours, don’t miss out.

But your love is not with you, not tomorrow or the day after or the next. So you find your lover in your dreams, and this is why you are always smiling in the dark, right before you sleep

It hurt to love her Days spent wondering if she would get better But she could not save herself and I started to realize we weren’t meant to be and in the end the person I ended up saving was me

Feel it, all of it. The pain, the ache, the voice in your head screaming “Why did you stay for as long as you did?” You are allowed to pity yourself, you are allowed nights where you can barely move from bed. There is no limit on the time it takes to heal. But you must continue to feel. You need to break and bend and then ask yourself when all the misery will end. Because it will end. One morning you will wake up and you will notice the sun, you will notice the newspaper on your front lawn and that the nightmares have gone, you will notice yourself and how far you’ve come in moving on.

Don't waste your time with people who bring you down. Bitterness is a disease that gets the better of most people, but that doesn't mean you need to tolerate it. You have flaws just like anybody else. Embrance them, live for them. There is only one you. Forgiveness is happiness. They walk hand in hand. You don't have to forgive everyone in your life. But you do have to forgive yourself. Evey time.

The grass isn't always greener on the other side. In fact, that grass has been tendered and grown by someone else. Just because your front lawn is withering doesn't mean you can destroy someone else's.

The world don't always love you for who you are. There are too many bodies here. Too many perceptions of what is and isn't beautiful. So here we are, with most of us uncomfortable in our own skin, wishing to be someone different. Thinking happiness only happens if you fit in. What to do when the world wants you to be prettier, skinnier, curvier, or have lighter or darker skin. You declare your own universe, bright and alive within your veins. You are the king or the queen, the one who makes the rules and ignores everyone who cannot see just how brilliant you are, made from atoms brighter than stars.

Your patience will be tested. You will get frustrated; some days will hurt more than others. But you need to move on from what has already happened, appreciate the things still around you, and embrace the things that are yet to come.

Sometimes your body aches and you feel like lead and it’s easier to pull your covers all the way over your head and pray that you never wake up but it’s very important that you do.  So if you don’t feel beautiful when you open your eyes  I hope this reminds you that I think you are.  Just try to remember this too  In the moments you feel alone and every mountain is too great for all the answers left unknown and convinced it is always too late.  There is happiness in this life one day these troubles will fade all your strength is in the skyline no matter how heavy your heart weighs. And some days it seems hope and despair take turns but despite all our sadness the sun always returns.  I just wanted you to know that I’ll never care. How far you push me away  Because when I told you that I would stay, I meant it. And a little damaged  But you’re not hopeless  I know who you are.  I love who you are  And that’s why I’ll stay. 

You must remember that you are human. Filled with thoughts and feelings that will make you ache until the pain feels it might stay. But it is not here to ruin you. The ache is here to remind you that you will survive, in anything you do.

But life is not about half doing. You cannot half love, or half accept, or half live. It’s about giving everything you have. When you are old and worn, do you really want to look back and say you gave the bare minimum? You owe yourself more than that.

Of all the important things you must do today, there is none greater than showing kindness to your heart. For even the brightest make mistakes and the wisest do not have a thing to say. Be gentle with yourself, forgive yourself, even on your darkest day.

The trees reminded me of unity, all lined up peacefully. I thought about who we all are as people, how we come together in moments we need hope. I thought about how we draw inspiration from each other, how we long to be in love with another. I wondered how many of us have someone else to rely on, what happens when we don’t. The nightmares that play over and over again when the days seem like they are running out of hope. And I wanted to stretch my arms out wide, welcome the hopes and dreams of others, nurture them, support them, remind you that things keep moving no matter how strange and difficult the world seems. The trees will continue to line the roads; the sun will shine through the clouds; and despite a very real feeling of doubt, just know that of you, I’ll always be proud.

Sometimes I worry that I won't find someone. That the person who deserves all this love I have to give out is out there with someone else. I worry that I won't find love to believe in, that I won't find a hand that fits with mine. I don't know how I can miss someone I've never met, but I do.

Change is not going to sit you down and ask if you are ready. Change is not going to knock on your door and hand you notice. Change is not going to hug you in the middle of the night and tell you it can wait. Change does not wait. Change doesn’t care if you aren’t ready. It will happen anyway. Change is not always the friend you may want, but it will always know when you need it. It’s like Batman, basically.

Some days will always be harder than others. Be patient with yourself; you have won many battles but the war will take time. You can be seventeen or seventy-eight and still make mistakes. Try not to punish yourself too much over them. You will compare yourself to others, everyone does it, but try to remember someone compares themselves to you, too. Be kinder to the thoughts in your head; you are thinking them for a reason. There will always be that person who you gave your whole heart to and it still wasn’t enough for them. But you will always be enough for yourself. And when all’s said and done, that’s the person who lives your life. That’s the person you have to impress. Be a friend to yourself, not an enemy.

Twenty-three One day you wake up and you’re twenty-three and you can’t remember what it feels like to be seventeen but you still cry to your mother after a bad day and you look a little older but you don’t really feel it. One day you’re twenty-three and your great-aunt is telling you how mature you look and how you grew a little taller but inside you still remember sitting under the oak tree reading with no meetings tomorrow and no rent to pay and the only thing you can think about is how at seventeen you thought at twenty-three you would know everything and now you can’t remember how you got from there to here. But seventeen-year-old you was wrong because you know only some things and not everything. You know that coffee tastes better in the mornings and your home isn’t your home anymore; it’s “Mum and Dad’s.” You know your car needs servicing every six months and groceries are harder to do after breakups. She liked cookie dough and walnuts and strawberry-flavored milk and now every time you go to the store you can’t buy spaghetti without remembering it was a Friday night and she kissed you for the first time and the heat from her skin could have set your entire place on fire. One day you’re twenty-three and you’re trying to explain to a seventeen-year-old all the mistakes you made so they won’t make them too, when all you really want is for someone to realize you still don’t have the first clue.

I hope you take a lover who sails a different ship.

I think that if you let me, I'd treat you like the sky.

Are you ready Are you ready for someone who could turn you inside out?