nothing but a Hopeless wanderer..

It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.

I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.

Seeing you heals me.

I knew that I was dying. something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept. then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest bit. it needn’t be much, just a spark. a spark can set a whole forest on fire. just a spark. save it.

I do love you - I can’t change that.

In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.