It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four of five times in life. It faced-or seemed to face-the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
-The Great Gatsby 
forget all the places you've never really been,
and all the situations you somehow found yourself in.
let your body sink into mine,
like your favorite memory,
like a line of poetry, or just
a fucking fit of honesty. 
I miss how it was natural to hold your hand.
How we could feel each other smiling between kisses.
How even when I asked for space, you knew enough to never leave. Now that you're gone, I seem to have more space than I know what to do with.
Guess it's safe to say I miss you. 
No matter how painful your decision has been, as long as you can sleep well at night, it means you did the right choice. 
I thought about life, about how we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don't let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry. Or how we feel a surge of love for a partner but we don't say anything because we're frozen with fear of what those words might do. 
you say you don’t know what you want. But i think the truth is that you’re afraid of what I could give you. of how great we could be. because when you look me in the eyes, and kiss me hard, pushing me into your mattress, it sure as hell isn’t confusion i see. 
Sometimes you don't want to know the truth. You may think you do, but once you know, you'd give just about anything to go back to being ignorant. 
Sometimes the only thing that people see is what you did.
When in fact, they should be looking at why you did it. 
Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future,
stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding exactly what we want, and just see what happens. 
These are the moments in your life that make you, that set the course of who you're gonna be. Sometimes they are little, subtle moments. Sometimes they're not. I'll show you what I mean. 
At the end of the day,
there are some things you just can’t help but talk about.
Some things we just don’t want to hear,
and some things we say because we can’t be silent any longer.
Some things are more than what you say, they’re what you do.
Some things you say cause there’s no other choice.
Some things you keep to yourself.
And not too often, but every now and then,
some things simply speak for themselves 
When I look up at the stars, or the sun, or I see the rain pouring down my window pane, I wonder; how many other people have looked at those things, and how many of them are heartbroken? And I wonder how they deal with it, and how many of them have cried that morning or night. I think of all the people who are under the same stars as me, and it makes me feel slightly less alone. 
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies. 
On the good days, I feel like I get it, like it all makes sense. I can stay in the moment. I don't have to control everything in the future and I believe everything is gonna work out fine. On the bad days, I just want to grab the phone and start dialing numbers. I want to pull my hair and run through the streets screaming. But thanks to the people I've met in these rooms, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna make it through today.  
"The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally, the chance to feel strong. Now, I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that that’s the way it is here, and I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the blind, deaf stone alone, nothing to help you but your hands and your own head."  
You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone. In the end, anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.  
We become attached to what's familiar and
sometimes we hold onto things that are
safe and predictable even if they are
bad for us 
 Sometimes there doesn't even have to be a reason. I knew from experience that no matter how much you turn things in your head, trying to make sense of them, some people just defy all logic.
[ Keeping The Moon ] 
 after all, it’s all kinds of things that make up a life, right? the big,
like falling in love and spending time with your family. and the
little, like blow drying your hair, applying concealer, and cursing
those magazine inserts. It all counts, it has to.- sarah dessen  
Yes, terrible things happen,
but sometimes, those terrible things, they save you.
Even if it's killing you inside, you need to stick it out. Hold your head high. Breath. 
“I wonder if there were some pieces of your life that would always be too monumental to ever leave you. Some events in life that were fossils, embedded in rock…the wrinkles etched on an old person’s face, words imprinted in a book” 
No one knows you are, they just know your story. What's going on in your life. We can all relate with each other. We're not alone. 
Dear whoever is reading this:
You are loved. You are lovely and you are loved.
End of story.  there were things I wanted to tell him
but i knew they would hurt him
so I buried them and let them hurt me
- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close 
It's probably the wrong time to tell you this, but, well, maybe it's the perfect time. I realize how incredibly confusing things are between us right now. I can't even begin to explain our relationship. You probably can't either, but I just want you to know that if you ever need me, I'll always be here for you. All you have to do is ask. 
And then, something happened. I let go.
Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete.
I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. 
I dreamed of being a part of the stories-- even the terrifying ones, even horror stories-- because at least the girls in the stories were alive before they died. 
I'm not that girl.
I'm not the girl who gets attached. I don’t like feelings, they're messy.
And I don't like being hurt.
Why did I let him get to me when I know that everyone always leaves? 
This is our last broadcast.
We're recklessly looking for the truth,
and we'll tear this place apart.
There is hope for us yet.
Hope is there. 
I know that you're tired, know that you're sore and sick and sad for some reason
so I leave you with a smile, kiss you on the cheek, and you will call it treason 
People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
--Neil Gaiman 
i have so much to give to you. So much love and heart and soul. So much caring. Everything that I have in me. I am not an empty vessel. I am brimming with passion and smiles and stories and pictures and romance. I want to break it, everything inside of me, into a million tiny pieces and wrap them up and give you one every day until you have all of them. All of me. | 
