When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

Was that what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities?

Once you've recognized your own limits, you've raised yourself to a higher level of being, since you're closer to the real you.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.