"Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone.

"You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

"But eventually you learn that you just can’t save anyone no matter how hard you try. People have to want to change, they have to want to do better, and to be better. All you can do is love people and pray for them and be present when they need you. But you can’t save them; at the end of the day, we all have to save ourselves."

"Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind."

When I look back, it was the people I cared about most deeply that ended up hurting me the most. Makes me wonder, though. Is it really because they gave me greater scars? Or did I inflict the pain upon myself by naively expecting that they, of all people, wouldn’t ever be bad to me?

In my memory, it doesn’t end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.

But what’s the use? It’s gone. He’s gone. Whatever existed between us is gone. I tell myself this ten times a day.

I want you to miss me. I want you to recognise me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favourite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up that uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rear-view mirror. I want you.

How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person on the other end shouts back ‘What’?

"Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them."

"I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go."

"I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers."

should i write my essay or should i tie myself to an anchor and dive into the pacific ocean

mobile blogging with 3% battery is a lot like the band playing while the titanic sank

all this homework i’m avoiding is making me hungry

life is a highway and im sitting at the side of the road eating a sandwich

It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can’t people say what they mean at the time?

would you cry if you saw me crying? 
hold me in your arms tonight.

you’re stumbling on your lies and your argument is falling apart

do you ever just refuse to go to bed because that means tomorrow is going to happen

"There are things that can attach to you that you can never wash off."

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