Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs

There are two kinds of pains, one that hurts you and the other that changes you.

I want to ask her what love feels like when you’re afraid of the person who you thought you were meant to be with forever. I want to know if she even believes in forever.

If I could explain love in one word, it would have to be trust. 
Trust that he doesn’t cheat on you, trust that he doesn’t lie to
 you, trust that he really likes you, trust that he will always be
 there for you, trust that he can go to a party and not get high 
or drunk, trust that you don’t have to worry about him breaking 
up with you the second you wake up, trust that he will stick up 
for you, trust that he will never fall in love with another,
 trust that he won’t just get sick of you, and trust that he
 wants you like you want him.

Do you know what happens when you hurt people? ….When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do.

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

Better not to give into it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together again as it does to fall apart.

My memories have turned into anxieties.