This Ink we share is thicker then the blood we don't.

Knowledge is prior, and it fade not. When we seek her face, she smiles. She makes love with the time, and bring forth hope.

I feel like I'm losing control, whenever these thoughts turn to you.

Love and obsession are two very different things, though obsession is often called love.

Our intellect is the key to do goodness.

Empty spaces between the lines often hold meaning than the words themselves.

We remember

the emotional pain of love, and the physical joy it brought. The times we tried to nurse the holes in our souls.... the times our smiles dared to outlast the moonlight.

It's very strange how I could psych myself into believing you didn't exist here, never meant anything, for a whole day, for a whole moment. You've already impacted my life so greatly. And isn't that something to be grateful for?

One day you'll realize I'm the one whose always been there for you.

I saw an engraved stone with a message that read "Nothing is written in stone "