We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe - Andrea Gibson

We have to create. It is the only thing louder than destruction.

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside
Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside
Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house
But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing

Fear is only a verb if you let it be.

Don’t you dare let go of my hand.