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Some relationships just end. Like a star, they burn bright and brilliant, and then nothing in particular goes wrong, they just reach their end. They burn out.

Why can’t people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.

“Tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you despite it.”

Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.

I thought about how you’re shaped so much by the people who surround you, and how careful you have to be in choosing them for this exact reason, and then I thought, despite all that, in the end maybe you have to lose them all in order to truly find yourself.