Tell a lie once and all your truths will become questionable.

When it’s over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.

Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.

I refuse to become what you call normal.

I pray that God will fill the bank accounts of the person reading this with plenty of money.

Free your mind. The rest will follow.

Be with someone who ruins your lipstick, not your mascara.