Dark Grey Ocean

“the truth is, I’m a total hypocrite. I’ll say one thing, I’ll know that’s the “correct” way, the “right” way, and I end up doing the other thing anyways. I know what’s right in my head, what makes sense, but emotions or impulse take over, and I do the insensible, irrational thing instead. I wonder if that’s all of us, though… Why do we make choices we know we’ll regret later, but cannot seem to stop ourselves from doing anyways?“

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.

I forgot how to love you my grip weakened in the chaos only later on did I realize the truth: I hadn’t forgotten how to love you, I’d forgotten how to love myself.

Watch people breathing, you don’t notice it until they don’t.