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Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That’s how galaxies are made.

After years of waiting, nothing came.

You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.

As long as you’re trying, I’m staying.

The best portions of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.

I’ll be here just waiting and hoping for every long dream of you to come true.

I’ll make up for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you.

Stay is a sensitive word. We wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever.

We pretend that we don’t care. But we care.

We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.

I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.

I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.

I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched.

I like people who talk to themselves interminably- I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

There is a girl who still writes to you; she doesn’t know how not to.

Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.’

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.