Poetry And Writing

His eyes are like the colour of a sunset through a glass of whiskey. But people are listening and so you keep it simple and say they are brown.

“I will never glorify depression. My depression or anyone else’s depression. Everything I write about depression is either for self-expression or increasing other’s perception of the demons that haunt the people who still have yet to gain the courage to talk about it.”

today my anthro professor said something kindof really beautiful:

“I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you, I left because the longer I stayed the less I loved myself.”

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

“Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.”

“don’t let anyone other than yourself to become your home”