Typewriter Quotes - Page 2

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

The more I learned the less I felt I knew you and I got lost counting stars, I fell dreaming. Sometimes I’d wander away. Maybe I wasn’t ready or maybe it was just a hard time to love. You always reminded me of home and I could never fathom the reasoning behind your smile. Perhaps one day, if we believe enough, we’ll find our way.

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I've overdose from the idea of loving you.