You can love someone so much. But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
I hate the feeling when you have to say goodbye to someone you want to spend every minute with.
Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
I wonder how many times you’ve compared me to her.
― (Ten word story)
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation
In the end I want it to be you.