You just burned bridges you didn’t even knew existed

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It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.







"Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got

"I dreamed you, I wished for your existence."

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me."



I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at them.


If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.



"Why do I care so much about him, and why do I wish I didn’t? How can one person make me so confused all of the time?" 

A dream is something that fills up the emptiness inside, the one thing that you know if it came true all the hurt would go away