Hari

Do not make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations.

I’m going to tell you something: thoughts are never honest. Emotions are.

You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?

Everything is going to fall into place.

Maybe we met each other a little too soon, to have a love that was supposed to last forever.

I can only connect deeply or not at all.

I can be someone’s and still be my own.

In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

This is someone dying while having an MRI scan. Before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphins that make you feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.

You can’t get stuck on what should have happened. That doesn’t help you.