Happiness is very simple and minimal.
I don’t want to be a person with full hands, resting from dreams, but a person full of dreams unable to rest his hands.
The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.
I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness
My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.
What do you live for? Would you die for it?