Lost in the write direction

Believe me when I tell you that everything is temporary. Everything. There’s not a thing in the world that will not change, including you.

How do you prepare yourself for another 365 days of uncertainty?

If you can’t laugh in bed with someone, you’ve probably picked the wrong someone.

I love her because of her quirks, not in spite of them.

You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.

I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.

People leave you out in the cold and get mad when you learn how to get warm by yourself.