“I am a museum full of art, but you had your eyes shut”

My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

Do not look for my heart any more, the beasts have eaten it.

I think it’s funny how you used to judge her for the cigarette resting in between her fingers and lips, yet now you’re the one with the nicotine in your mouth.

There are three rules.