You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

seven wonders of the world and I have to ask for an eighth fill a bottle with some prayers and spend them on hope create an easy route just so I can complicate send my heart down that slippery slope

Ignorance is not bliss. Bliss is knowing the full meaning of what you have been given.

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

I don’t want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I’m learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are.