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If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires.

Sometimes, we have to be broken down so that we can be rebuilt into what we're actually meant to be.

Your biggest challenge isn’t someone else. It’s the ache in your lungs and the burning in your legs, and the voice inside you that yells ‘can’t’. but you don’t listen, you just push harder. and then you hear the voice whisper ‘can’, and you discover that the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are. 

When we meet again, we'll probably talk about the weather. Because that's what people do when they grow apart.

I know in the back of my mind that life would be so much easier if I never talked to you again. I f I shut you out of my life and moved on, I could finally get over you. But you're the only thing that makes me happy, whether it's right or wrong and I don't have the strength to give up on that.

We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.

There's two types of people in the world, the givers and the takers, and the givers always sleep better.

You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

Believe the tunnel can end, believe your body can mend. I know you can make it through, because I believe in you.

I'd be liyng if I said I wasn't scared of life, well I am. Crossing to the sea with nothing but a suitcase in my hand. I'm just worried that our dreams won't go as planned. But I know that this is worth it. That we'll make it in the end.

For every dark night, there’s a brighter day.

I just want to find myself someone who won't run away. Someone to looking me in the eye and say that it's okay that things don't always go right. That this is how life works and how it will always work. That it's not going to be easy. Today, tomorrow, the next day, but it will somehow get better.

I want to know exactly what makes you tick, I want to know your problems. I want to know what days you're waking up on the wrong side of the bed, I want to know how many pillows you sleep with. I want to know why you sleep with a window open. I want to know if I'm ever needed, if I'm good enough to keep you warm at night. I want to know if I even have a chance. I want to know everything about you, whether it be fact or fiction. I want to know your past, your future, your in-betweens. Your favorite colors, your phobias; everything.

The whole world, including myself, seems to have one thing in common: we’re just a crowd of people who don’t really fit in anywhere, attempting to convince one another that we do.

The repetition of every day life kills. It ruins the flow of my creative juices. No joke. On days that I sleep in, I go to bed feeling exhausted, and yet, I never sleep on the weekends, when I should want rest. I don’t. It would be a waste of freedom. Why spend time on parole in seclusion, you know? I’m only tired on weekdays - only when I know I have to drag myself out of my fucking room to take a shower and go to school, and then to work. Maybe I’m not tired. Maybe it’s just a natural defense against running myself into the ground with routine. I feel pale, and sick, and run down… For no reason. I eat right. I see the light of day. I breathe fresh air all the time. I love the outdoors. Shit. I love my life. But between Monday and Thursday I feel so transient…My head isn’t in the clouds - My feet aren’t on the ground. Where am I? I don’t know, but frankly, it sucks.

No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.

I hate how dispensable I am to people. I hate how people feel they can just forget about me, replace me, erase me without even a second thought. It's like I don't matter to anyone. And hey, I mean, I don't blame you. I'm no one special. I just thought you were different. I had more faith in you. And you took that, ripped it up, shoved it in my face and walked away without ever looking back.