Bryan y.

Some people smoke, others drink, and others fall in love, each one dies in a different way.

Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

You’re never going to be 100% ready and it’s never going to be just the right time, but that’s the point. It means that every moment is also the right moment. If you want it, you just have to do it.

I bet love smells like chocolate. I bet it sounds like cracking three eggs in the same ceramic bowl you’ve eaten cereal in since you were five.  I imagine it like vanilla, sugar, butter. A pinch of salt and the radio on low. I imagine it with your cheeks covered in flour. Everything covered in flour.  The counter, the floors, the ceiling. My smile, your eyelashes, My hair, your clothes, My heart, on your sleeve.

If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you.

HE GRABS THE CUP BUT THEN HE DROPS THE PEN 0.0003 SECONDS LATER

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING HE JUST DROPS IT

YES IT’S BACK ON MY DASH THIS IS MY FAVORITE VIDEO

The only people up at 3 am are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three.

Not everyone will understand your journey. That’s okay. You’re here to live your life, not to make everyone understand.