I Can Safely Conclude That We Are

You Choose The End Of The Summer To Fall In Love With This Guy Because Secretly, You Don’t Want It To Last.

I Do Not Pick The Wrong Guys. They Pick Me.

Men, Babies, It Doesn't Matter...we're Soulmates

Whoever We Are Here, We Might Be Princesses Somewhere Else. Or Writers. Or Scientists. Or Presidents. Or Whatever The Hell We Want To Be That Everyone Else Says We Can't.

I Have This Theory: If You Forgive Someone, They Can't Hurt You Anymore.