Stomach meet Butterflies...

I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It’s toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness.

When they work, long distance relationships are the best sort of beautiful, I think. That a person could wait months, cross miles and oceans for a few short spectacular moments with the person they love, that’s it, you know, that’s what we’re all searching for.

this is the story of how I never stopped running. this is the story of how, when the wolves knocked, I met them at the door and I became the beast, instead.

Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted. And experience is often the most valuable thing you have to offer.

I hope to find someone who looks at me the way I look at the stars: with unending awe and a complete admiration. I hope to be someone’s night sky.

I will not be your “sometimes”.