I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it is. I think that’s why she always struggled with God. And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed. But sometimes it’s those things you can’t touch that you need to hold on to the most.
Sometimes I just have to let him win, because losing the arguments is easier than losing him.
I am still at heart, and always will be, just a punk kid with tattoos
Every great achievement was once considered impossible.