relatable

To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.

I am always disappointed with someone who loves me - how perfect can he be if he can't see through me?

If one should criticize one should always have a meaningful explanation to accompany.

Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beginning, and then you go numb.

The future will be better tomorrow.

If you're not busy being born, you're busy dying.

The old adage of forgive and forget became a trudge through quicksand on a beach as high tide crashed onto the shore.

I'm tired of hurting from the people who leave me. I'm tired of getting comfortable with others. I tell you everything and you leave. It's like you're take what is good in me and all that is left in me is an empty shitty feeling.

Everyone can be trusted. You just can't give them more than they can be trusted with.

I might not be ready to pour out my feelings to the world, but I__ had enough of trying to ignore them.

Human experience is not nest and orderly, ready to be coded into predetermined categories. Real life is messy

Fiction described reality better than non-fiction.

Explore your own innermost thoughts to create content that will evoke deeply relatable emotions and passion in others.

Vulnerability gives us freedom, power and connects us to a network of injured souls. It is through the art of being real that we can heal ourself and others.

But there were worse things than disappointment, and I'd lived through several of them already.

I didn__ want to fall in love. Looking at you gave me chills and kissing you made my knees weak. You made flowers grow and fill the space in my lungs which made it impossible for me to breathe. I__ trying to drench the memories and the blood that once pumped through my veins has been replaced with alcohol. My teeth has shattered from all the whiskey bottles and every morning I awake to throw up the poison I swallowed the night before as a hopeless attempt to forget the taste of your lips. I keep hearing the sound of your voice calling out my name as if it__ something I__ not allowed to forget.

Sometimes you go do the opposite things anyway because in actuality... The whole time you've been wanting to hear the right thing from a person that will stop you.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will always kill me.