While the words out of my mouth could fit a star, my thoughts could fit the whole universe.

I don't like it when people force me to talk but I hate it when people shut me off when I started to talk.

The best way to kill me is to treat me special now just to treat me trashy the next day.

I prefer thoughts over talks, brains over beauty, love over lust and sincerity over swag. 

I love to be with someone who corrects my flaws instead of feeding me with his/her petty compliments. Because I guess the hardest thing to do in life is checking your own errors; thus, the best way is having someone who can do it for you.