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“It makes a difference, doesn’t it, whether we fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?”

“I was never young. This idea of fun: cars, girls, saturday night, bottle of wine… to me, these things are morbid. I was always attracted to people with the same problems as me. It doesn’t help when most of them are dead.”

“Art and love are the same thing: it’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you. It’s understanding the unreasonable.”

“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”

“I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.”

“I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favourite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind.”

I fell in love with quotes at a very young age. I guess it was interesting to me that someone else is able to unknowingly express my thoughts when I’m at a loss for words; it has me wasting hours on the simple thought that our minds must have soulmates too.

I’m a horrible person to fall in love with because I’ll introduce you to all these things I know you’ll love. And I’ll make you feel like a part of my family. And I’ll randomly send you candid pictures I took of you cuddling with my dog. And I’ll make sure you associate everything that makes you happy with me. And then one day, without much warning, but because I have to, I’ll leave.

…I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

Close some doors. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead somewhere.

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.

راه می بینم در ظلمت من پر از فانوسم I see a way in the darkness. I am a lantern.

depth and substance. the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poem or a person.

It takes courage…to endure the sharp pains of self discovery rather than choose to take the dull pain of unconsciousness that would last the rest of our lives.

Forgive yourself for accepting less than you deserved - but don’t do it again.