She is madness, sanity. She is hell, and paradise.
I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you.
You will be missed.
At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world around me; I seen to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.
"you’re only a teenager, you don’t know what you want, you’re not responsible enough yet— but here’s a bunch of exams that will shape your future and where you go with your life."
I like my lovers selfish. Do you know how sexy it is when someone only wants you?
I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology.
I will tell her ‘make a home out of your body, live in yourself, do not let people turn you into a regret, do not justify yourself. If you are a disaster it is not forever, if you are a disaster you are the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. Do not deconstruct from the inside out, you belong here, you belong here, not because you are lovely, but because you are more than that.’
And I think the first sign you notice when you begin to gain feelings towards a person, is just how easily you get jealous when they give others the attention which you crave.
I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.
Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.