Something To Read

"I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty."

"Do you fall in love often?”

“Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all."

"Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way."

"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go."

"…and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs."

"Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice."

"I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

"Everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up everyone’s life, but why not be the moon, to brighten in the darkest hour."

My dad recently told me, “There are many people who will put you down. Don’t be one of them.”

"Sometimes you just gotta accept that some people can only be in your heart, not in your life."

"Stress is caused by being ‘here’ but wanting to be ‘there’."

you know what’s fucked up? that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”