The quietest people often carry the loudest storms.

You don't find yourself. You build yourself.

Some feelings don't fit into captions.

Some goodbyes are acts of self-respect.

The mind is loud when the room is quiet.

The hardest battles happen in the mind.

The version of me you hurt doesn't live here anymore.

Some people are chapters, not the whole story.

Some people come into your life to show you who you don't want to be.

I stopped asking why and started asking what's next.

Somewhere between who I was and who I'm becoming.

The ocean looks calm from far away too.

Walls keep out the pain, but also the love.

Some days are for surviving. That's enough.

Sometimes strength looks like rest.

Maybe the detour was the destination.