I go to the ocean to say goodbye.

I feel ugly” I said and you looked at me as if I spoke a different language. There are things you will never understand and if there were words to describe the rapture that takes...

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.

I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.

So you will meet many ’someones’ who will give a new definition to your name. And you can not build walls, must not close the door and please don’t hide,because if you ask me about...

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.

Freedom can choke you if you don’t know how to handle it.

I woke up early and took the first train to take me away from the city. The noise and all its people. I was alone on the train and had no idea where I was...

I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well, a contradiction I never figured out.

I used to be fine in my lonelinessbut somethingor someonesnapped me out of itand showed me company. What it’s like to feel at home,and so the going on by myself part wasn’t as easy anymore.Seasons...

An artist must be passionately in love with her art. Obsessed or possessed ― go mad for what you believe in.

But I was youngand didn’t know betterand someone should have told me to capture every secondevery kiss & every nightBecause now I’m sitting here alone and it’s getting really hard to breath because tears are...

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…

Spend more time doing things that make you forget about the time.

I think I’m learningthat sometimes the bravest thing is not to face the world,but to turn away from it.

And you might try to hide or protect yourself, or compare the different states of love,but you must not grow up, must not act wise when it comes to love.You must stay foolish and fall...

… because one day, maybe one day, if I learned how to write clear enough, sing loud enough, be strong enough, I could explain myself in a way that made sense and then maybe one...

I haven’t been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

Go outside. Don’t tell anyone and don’t bring your phone. Start walking and keep walking until you no longer know the road like the palm of your hand, because we walk the same roads day...

watch me”for I never did this to fit inor stand outbut to live.

I took a breath and let it go and suddenly the air was crisper and my lungs lighter and suddenly there was him saying my name in different ways and I catch myself throwing glances...

Berlin’s getting dark before it’s getting late.

And this is what being an artist means, being a poet? To sacrifice yourself for your art, sacrifice your heart for your art, because it’s only through something broken that something beautiful can grow.

Human interaction. The most complicated form of happiness I will never figure out.

Are you in love? What makes your heart beat faster? What do you want people to think about when they hear your name.

When you forget about the how, go back to the why.

I am a complicated person with a simple life.

It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.

… but I believe that music can change a life, because it changed mine.

It’s the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his...

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

Find something you love and go for it with all your heart. No excuses, no plan B. Never settle for anything less than you know you can do.It will be hard, but I promise it...

It could be yesterdaywhen I was less in loveI thinkFor I didn’t see you in the mirrorbehind mewhile getting dressed.The way your hands couldn’t stay awayand our bodies always found their ways back to each...

My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.

For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show...

No story is worth telling without the twists and turns. Make them count instead.

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after...

Find what makes you happy and go for it with all your heart. It will be hard, but I promise it will be worth it.

You are to me like white islands, in a world of vast darkness.

What is this thing? trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance.

It will not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.

Inspiration is everywhere.

Being passionate about something is the most beautiful characteristic you can develop.

I wanted to say all these things about how you just have to hold on to the things you love and let go of all the rest.

When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend’s sisters,I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was...

I learn my world through writing.

no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”, and I will say “watch me”.

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,and I still don’t know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeAnother vagabond lost to love.4am alone and on my way.These are...

It’s called ”being an artist” for a reason; it’s something YOU ARE. It’s how you live. It’s WHO you are. How you spend your life and what you leave behind.

… and it was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how...