maybe the truth is there's a little bit of loser in all of us, ya know? Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things- making those count for more than the bad stuff. Maybe we just get through it, and that's all we can ask for.
Some people show off their beauty because they want the world to see it. Others hide their beauty because they want the world to see something else.
...that despite everything he's suffered he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I've never known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad that people like them who have lost everything can still be open to love... while I, who has lost nothing, am not.
You know what I like most about the stars? You look at them, at all of them up there . . .and you just know there's gotta be something more than life. I'm not scared of dyin' really. It's more that I'm afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I'm supposed to be, to find my place in the world before I have to leave. I'm afraid of what I'll miss.
Sometimes it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.
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