Writing is something you do alone. It's a profession for introverts who wanna tell you a story but don't wanna make eye contact while telling it

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

He missed his imagined future.

And even though he felt pitiful and ridiculous, he didn't want it to end, because he knew the absence of her would hurt more than any breakup ever could.

My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.

‎"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled