Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

I know you want to be “friends” and I guess that’s supposed to make you the bigger person, so sorry for being selfish, but you made me feel like shit and I’m not fucking okay with that. I won’t start smoking to understand you. I won’t drink away my weekends to think like you. I won’t kiss random people trying to fill an empty space in my stomach. And I sure as hell won’t shut myself off from accepting love. I’m not scared of feelings. I’m not scared of being beaten down just to fight back harder, because that is freedom. Sorry if I won’t be around for a while, I’m too busy breathing again. Peace out.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

Oh, you can’t describe someone you’re in love with!