insidethoughts

me: *looks at all the unread books in my room*

“Solitude is independence.”

I’d love to think here was a reason as to why we met. And that is to teach us how to let go of someone no mater how much we wanted to hold on. Then, after all of this, we’ll be a much better version of ourselves. Stronger, braver and whole.

How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.

People do not seem to realise that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.

“It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”

Hell is when the people you love the most reach right into your soul and rip it out of you. And they do it because they can.

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You’d be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside–walking through their days with no idea who they are.