❝ You punish yourself for being yourself. ❞
❝ I didn’t like my name until you said it. ❞
❝ Stop planting flowers in peoples yards who aren’t going to water them. ❞
❝ I don’t know what’s killing me more; talking to you or not talking to you ❞
— from my diary, march 24 (via bambive
❝ I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside. ❞
❝ I become attached to people I shouldn’t.
I distance myself from the people who matter.
I am bad with people.
I am good at being alone.
But I hate being lonely. ❞
the thing about the ultimate cosmic meaninglessness of man is that you can either wallow in your insignificance and the attendant pain that brings in a culture so obsessed with fame and being important,
or you can fall in love with literally everything and everyone in a dozen small ways because everything still exists despite the statistical unlikelihood of it all and that’s a goddamn miracle
❝ I don’t like needing anyone for anything. ❞
❝ I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes. ❞
❝ There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
❝ Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured? ❞
❝ "To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children…to leave the world a better place…to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." - Ralph Waldo Emerson ❞
❝ It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade ❞
❝ People say to me ‘You’ve changed.’ and I say ‘Haven’t you?’ People change, it’s just life. ❞
❝ Do not fall in love with a poet. They will turn you into metaphors and rewrite you so many times, you won’t know who you are anymore. Also, they lie too beautifully. ❞