In twenty years from now, I don’t want to be just another name
In twenty years from now, I want to still be in your life
In twenty years from now, if someone were to stop you on the street
And they ask you how I am doing, and they bring up my name
In twenty years from now, I don’t want your answer to be
“I haven’t seen her in ages.”
In twenty years from now
I hope that you’ll smile and say
“She is waiting for me at home.”

The most beautiful sound to me
Is not the babbling brook or birds that sing or music that plays on repeat
But the sound of hearing you whisper over and over to me
I love you

Because there is nothing more beautiful
Than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline
No matter how many times it is sent away

“Now why wouldn’t you tell me sir, that if the girl was worth having, she would have waited?”

“No, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.”

Humans have a knack for choosing precisely what is worst for them.

Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you say you love - that's what matters. It's the only thing that counts.

Did you say it?
“I love you.”
“I don’t ever want to live without you.”
“You changed my life.”
Did you say it?
Make a plan, set a goal, work toward it
But every now and then stop and drink it in
Because this is it
It could all be gone tomorrow

Be careful giving your heart too quickly I was told
Boys only want one thing I was warned.
I don’t know if he truly loves me – how can I be sure exactly? I can’t say without any conviction that he wont break my heart – but how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?

He swept in like a Tsnuami. Wave after wave, I didn’t stand a chance. All those cautions, all those things they tried to prepared me for – lost in an instant to the enormity of what I felt.

When words run dry, he does not try
Nor do I

We are on par

He just is
I just am
And we just are

She never looked nice or perfect. She looked like art. And art isn’t supposed to look nice;
It’s supposed to make you feel something.

People are always going to label you. But it is how you over come those labels.
That is what matters.

Maybe there is something you are afraid to say, someone you are afraid to love, or somewhere you are afraid to go
Its gonna hurt. Its gonna hurt. Its gonna hurt
Its gonna hurt because it matters

Writers end up writing about their secrets
The things that haunt them and things that they can’t forget
These are the stories they carry in their bodies, waiting to be released

Some women choose to follow men, and some women