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Messing up.....Its what makes a person....Its how we learn....where we find joy. And the things you dont plan for....are the things you'd never see coming!

It's not childish to hold on to hope. It's actually hard, very, very, hard.

There's a point in your life when you get tired of fixing everything & trying to make everyone happy. When you finally decide to quit, it's NOT giving up. its realising you dont need certain people and the bullshit they bring in to your life.

I'm just gonna keep my eyes closed, because this is like that moment in the morning when you first wake up and you're still half asleep and everything seems that things are possible. dreams feel true and for that one moment between waking and sleeping, anything can be real.

You never know the biggest day of your life is going to be the biggest." It is the regular days..the ones that start out normal. Those end up being the days that end up being the biggest.

You were like coming up for fresh air. It's like I was drowning and you saved me. That's all I know.

I'm in love with you. I've been in love withyou... forever. And I know it's a little late. I know it's a little late for me to be tell you that. You have a choice to make. I'm just asking you to take your time. Take all the time you need. Because you have a choice to make. And when I had a choice to make - I chose wrong.

Knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beats the hell out of never trying.

At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say cause there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares