Stay Gold.

Young at age, Old in Soul

I am jealous of everybody who is with you when I’m not with you.

It hurts when you go through something that kills you inside but you have to act like it doesn’t affect you at all.

respect yourself enough to not go back.

Forgive yourself for loving the wrong person.

We were always going to say goodbye, weren’t we?” “Yeah. I think so.“ “I loved you though. I loved you so much.” A pause. “I know. I know. “I loved you too.”

Some nights I wish I could go back in life. Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice.

I think I’m hard to love because I love too hard.

Even when I was with you, I still missed you. I always thought about the next time we’d see each other even when you were right next to me.

One day I woke up and we no longer spoke the same language. I haven’t heard from you since.

I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favourite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind.

Pay attention to how people act when you’re not on good terms.