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You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering.

Only you could have done that. Touched my mind before you touched my lips.

Sometimes we meet someone and are with them for a short time, yet somehow we write about them forever.

…but I’m a romantic. So, things are harder for me.

Some days I’m Van Gogh’s Starry Night other days I’m his suicide letter.

The girl who laughs too loud. Oh god, you could tell her to shut up before she even starts but there’s something about that high pitched laugh. It’s not a pretty laugh but it’s a laugh you’ll remember. The girl who smiles all the time at literally everything, who practices it in the mirror at night when everyone’s asleep or in the middle of the day when no one’s really paying attention to her. The girl who journeys alone. She’s not ugly, but she’s not beautiful. It makes her feel worthless sometimes, like love will never come her way like she expects it to on a midnight train. She wants the full experience, the love letters and chocolates and the lifetime together until you’re old and senile. She’d be the best girlfriend. She would be all in. The girl who breaks her own heart from time to time right on schedule. At least once every month, there’s one bad thought. Or a bad encounter with a friend or a good cry that feels like the end of the world. The girl who thinks she’s the only one who is different and that no one else could possibly understand her. She can’t wait to go to New York and do New York things. Maybe a little Paris too. This girl paints pictures in her mind everyday, to the point where it feels like she’s actually seeing them first hand. This girl is worth every single page.

Maybe I do love you And maybe I do miss you But maybes are dangerous And I would rather stay quiet

People who save everyone, usually don’t save themselves.

You never, ever, ever, get over some things. And time doesn’t heal them. You just learn to manage them. But they’re always there.

you should never have to apologize for the way you need to be loved.

Some nights she goes to sleep with excitement as explosive as the galaxies. Other nights she lays in bed hoping to fall asleep before she falls apart.