He's Gone😕

“Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.”

“I talk grey, I don’t keep it white and black Only say “I love you” just so I can hear it back Sometimes, other times I’d love to have you back”

“We are writers, my love. We don’t cry, We bleed on paper.”

I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.

Do not make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations.

He is very dreamy,  but he is not the sun.“  "You are.

Maybe that’s worse, not letting ourselves be loved. Because we’re too afraid of giving ourselves to someone we might lose.

Deep feelings always mean more than they are capable of saying.