vacant

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us...

“Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear you apart.”

I think we end up liking people because of their good traits. Sometimes we end up loving them because of their flaws.

How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled.

I am in your hands you know.

But people do. They love each other and they misunderstand on purpose and they fight and then suddenly they aren’t the same one.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable…It means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You don’t stop loving someone just because you hate them.

Some people, as far as your senses are concerned, just feel like home.

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat.

Where’s your will to be weird?

I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we’re not perfect and live accordingly.

Nobody knows what you feel inside unless you tell them.

I want to leave, I’ll probably stay another year. It’s hard to leave when absolutely nothing’s clear.

You ever just look at somebody and it’s like your soul aches to touch them?