Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.
Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris
I always interpret coincidences as little clues to our destiny
It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.
No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.
There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made them impossible to regain.