ستَفاني سوريانو

Sometimes you don’t get closure. You just move on.

I’m tired of everybody. Please forgive me.

People aren’t books, I’ve learned. You can’t bookmark your favorite pieces to return to whenever you’re feeling lonely; when the nights get too cold and you need something familiar to keep you warm, you can’t reopen their spines and wear out their pages and call that obsession love.

Fall in love with someone’s mind. Fall in love with the way they think. The most powerful thing is, to make love to someone’s mind.

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, ‘Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.’ I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.

The profoundest distances are never geographical.

i can tell you that carbon forms four bonds and that newton’s law of inertia states that objects in motion tend to stay in motion unless they are acted upon by an unbalanced force and i guess you were an unbalanced force coming out of nowhere slamming right into my heart i can tell you that the first six digits of pi are 3.14159 and i still think about you all of the damn time i can tell you that fluorine is highly reactive and it just wants to gain an electron kind of like i just want you and i can tell you all about cellular respiration or or how water is a polar molecule and you’re kind of like the positive hydrogens and im the negatively charged oxygen and i am so very attracted to you i can tell you how to find the frequency of a sound wave or all about pablo picaso or how earthquakes are formed but if you were to ask me how i was doing i don’t think i’d be able to tell you

i can hear it in his voice and that means so much to me, for an artist to be that vulnerable, this song makes me teary eyed every time i listen to it. i cant imagine the pain he must have been going through with all of his insecurities 

Am I in love? — Yes, since I’m waiting.” The other never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: “I am the one who waits.

Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.