I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
You will have days where you feel better, and you will have days where you want to die. Both are okay. There is no magical cure. You just need to close your eyes, and trust that the waves will pass, and soon you’ll be able to breathe again.
Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person.
The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back.
It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.
i can’t hang out tomorrow i’m too busy doing nothing alone sorry
It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.