stay happy there.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

People leave you out in the cold and get mad when you learn how to get warm by yourself.

Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.

I might fuck this up..

some days you can’t tell whether its six in the morning or six at night. some days you don’t give a shit. some days the light doesn’t leave the room. 

One of the risks of being quiet is that the other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgemental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story—not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.