lovechugs

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

Pay attention to whom your energy increases and decreases around, because that’s the universe giving you a hint of who you should embrace or stray from.

The person that makes you feel alive, is the person that can make you feel like you’re dying. What a fucking trap.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.