chest pains aren’t fun at all. I mustn’t dive backwards
If there’s a hole in your heart, go to the one who opened it. Meet them.
Smoking is borderline nihilism.
To fathom what cannot be undone is to learn from one’s shortcomings.
Confidence steers the wheel while fear panics in the passenger seat.
What is the point of rest?
Sleep is the indulgence in temporary escapism.
Have I lost feeling? Am I going mad?
Deter yourself from becoming a slave to an idea.
In our youth, the lack of permanence is a frightful topic. Only with age will acceptance come after experiencing significant loss of any kind.
To be born in a first-world country is a privilege in itself.
In hindsight, we never really notice we’re presently living in “the good old days” until it becomes the good old days.
The weight of worry etches itself into the furrows above my eyes. One aimed glance could tell a million stories.
She found that her mascara had now been worn down on her rosy cheeks. It’s true that she’d still been in love with the past. The glimmer of what was still anchors her from moving towards a future that is brighter.
We’re all just much older kids.