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“Well, sometimes if something is really important to you, it gets stuck in your body… So even if your mind thinks that it’s gone, it’s still in there, kind of hiding inside of you, just waiting for you to remember. It never goes away.”

when your first love happens to be an epic failure, you spend the rest of your life looking for something that, in fact, never existed. looking for something that was not quite to be called ‘love’. you’re lost in time and space, forever longing to find the same feeling you once felt back then, looking for love but never encountering it because we never actually met.

On cloudy days, Written words vanish And no longer am I Questioning stardust.   Light blinks back From suede night, Damaged by rain and Hailed gutters.   I question the accuracy Of their stones– Hitting metal, never Outstretched hands.   On days like these, poetry Flies from my fingertips And melts Before it lands.

No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.

Your voice turns my blood cold.

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.