saw a quote that said, “you could stab me in the chest and i’d still apologise for getting blood on your clothes.” and that hit me like a ton of bricks.

“if i didn’t think, i’d be much happier.”

lucky because i saw anger in their eyes when there were tears in mine.

i just want someone to hold my hand and not ask why it’s shaking.

you were a forest fire, and i mistook you for the sun.

people say , “ i miss you ” , but a writer says — “ in ever rose that i see, i also see the missing hands of yours.”

people say, “i miss you”, but a writer says — “ what do i do with the veins when the heart is gone?”

there’s a concept in economics — sunk cost. sometimes you keep investing in something just because you’ve already invested too much.

he thought i was crying over his actions but i was crying ‘cause i didn’t know how to leave.

and people were never gentle when it came to leaving; always a slammed door; always a wet pillow.

maybe if i write you down, you’ll belong to me — the way a poem belongs to a poet.

my favourite loser is me when i failed to hate the one who ruined me.

when that person you really want comes into your dream >>>

“ it sucks that you have to keep yourself busy to feel okayyy!!!”

“ i was bleeding to death, and they yelled at me for staining the floor.”