Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

Traveling is not something you are good at. It is something you do. Like breathing.

I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed

I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.