No one is who they pretend to be

Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It’s the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" “blue

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.

A long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen

Fake it till you make it actually worked.

Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.