It just sucks when you’ve given so much and you realize it still wasn’t good enough for someone.

I am the one who got so good at burning the bridges before they could burn me and I am also the one who learnt to stay even long after they leave. I am messier than your room and as clean as the mountains.

In my mind, every little thing you do either means you love me or hate me. And I’m not sure which is worse, because, really, I know neither is true, but I can’t stop myself from believing it.

Book of the day: The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

Have you ever feel like when you meet someone, they fill this hole inside of you and that when they’re gone you feel that space painfully vacant?

I can’t talk about it because if I talk about it that means it matters. If it matters that means it’s real, and if it’s real that means it’s going to hurt.

the hardest part is knowing I’ll never matter to you as much as you matter to me

Book of the day:Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler

A part of him knew he should let her go. How could he hold on to something he never had? But every day, he found a new way to keep her in his head. She was never coming back to him and he was destroying his chance of happiness by trying. But for a bigger part of him, loving her was all he knew.