I'm a hopeless romantic. I know what romance is but I get hopeless when you get near me. Please, let me be myself.

Capturing the moment matters most when you capture the heart of the moment.

Truth hurts but rubbing it further would make me bleed from too much reality. It might kill me.

"Fairy tales and kingdoms become a land of personal escape. Yes, reality bites but as we grow old, we are forced to bite back. She might become the Damsel Stressed while he becomes the Knight in a red Ferrari.”

"A fairy tale is a land of personal escape. Reality bites but we are forced to bite back or else we become the damsel in eternal distress.

A happy ending. Huh. I thought that was why we were here. Now. Five hundred years into Earth’s future. So we could start over, and live happily-ever-after. It wasn’t turning out that way, was it?