We all had secrets.

Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart. If we could just remember this, I think there would be a lot more compassion and tolerance in the world.

She’s hiding a graveyard behind those lips.

The best way to find out a secret? A bottle of Grey Goose and a game of truth.

I don't think I could've hated him. I don't think it was in me. As over him as I was + as much as he hated me, I simply couldn't hate him. Because I knew him. I knew the way he was. And in the six months we were together I had known him in a way no one else ever could've. He let me in. I knew the look in his eyes. I knew as angry + hateful as he could be, he was just as loving + I knew deep down he could never hate me. We all had secrets. I knew his. And he was mine. And I'd never tell.

People dont keep journals for themselves. They keep them for other people, like a secret they dont want to tell, but they want everyone to know.

There are two kinds of secrets: those we keep from others and those we hide from ourselves.

I've been thinking a lot about secrets, that for everyone who has a secret there is someone else who needs to know that secret. How secrets keep you from feeling that you belong, and sometimes they make you feel like you do belong.