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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

“His name only adds salt to these open wounds.”

“your eyes(frailer than most deep dreams are frail)”

“How fragile we are, between the few good moments.”

Oh baby girl, You are not the daughter of the moon nor you have gems set in your eyes. You are simply you, which is more than enough more than what other people have.

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

First, he is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

All of us fight hidden, silent battles against not being good enough, not having enough and not belonging enough.

I don’t chase people anymore. I learned that I’m here, and I’m important. I’m not going to run after people to prove that I matter.