SOME NIGHTS I STAY UP WRITING AN ESSAY THAT I SHOULD’VE STARTED THREE WEEKS AGO

Do you ever follow someone and you just

want to establish some sort of friendship with them and ask if they want to talk some time and just get closer but you just cAN’T DO IT

I love getting to know people, I love knowing what their favourite colour is or why Autumn in their favourite season. I like noticing peoples faces when they laugh, or how their eye colour changes in the light. I love noticing things that people don’t normally notice, and remembering them.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt— you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling— like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough, but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?”

christmas is so close i can almost smell the mistletoe im not going to be kissed under

hungry isnt even a feeling for me anymore its become a personality trait

“I don’t love him, and he definitely doesn’t love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I’m pretty sure doesn’t exist.”

“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too.”

“What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.”

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star,’ I said. ‘It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

“The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.”

“I did not need to know if he could love me.
I needed to know if he could need me.”

“She has become an expert at confusing what is with what was with what should bewith what could be.”

i’m in love with far too many people i’ve never met