Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

I am made for running. Because when you run, you could be anyone. You hone yourself into a body, nothing more or less than a body. You respond as a body, to the body. If you are racing to win, you have no thoughts but the body's thoughts, no goals but the body's goals. You obliterate yourself in the name of speed. You negate yourself in order to make it past the finish line.

Because that's the thing about mean people: They make you think that the world will never work, that there are divides that you will fall into if you approach. It takes a whole lot of good people to fill in the breach created by a single mean one.

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

I'm not good at relationships I always manage to find the flaws sometimes in others but mostly my own. I foretell the ending then go and create the cause save myself and end up alone