May your dreams be sweet and your nightmares brutal. & when the morning breaks, may you be fortunate enough not to wake.
Dear future lovers, Please, always lie when I ask you those stupid questions. Sincerely, Your future lover.
Everything goes up, Kale; Everything. And some of us, well…some of us just...– Lunacy, Bailey Levine
Your smile isn’t as … full. It doesn’t reach your eyes.
It’s not where we’ve been, or where we’re going. Nor where we are or where they’re taking us. It’s not the journey or the destination. It’s looking back and seeing you haven’t gone anywhere.
Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.– The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
"One in a Million"
There are over 6.8 billion people on this planet. That means there are at least 6800 people just like you. So much for being unique.
Six Billion Secrets →
I wonder, if a reader could see the state of the author as they were when writing a piece of literature, how would that change the reader’s view on the piece?