Harrowing Nights

“What do you say when the feelings don’t fit into words?”

I miss you,’ he admitted. ‘I’m here,’ she said. ‘That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost from the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.

We all walk among people in crisis and are unaware of their suffering.

I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.

me: *scares myself to the point where I can’t even function because of the anxiety I have created over a situation*

If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.