it’s crazy how one day you’re talking about moving in and spending the rest of your life making memories together, and the next you’re deleting reminders of their existence and wiping all the residue of their influence from your soul like you never crossed paths
perhaps none of this whole “life” thing is about becoming something…perhaps it is about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you. so then, at the end of it all, you can be who you were meant to be in the first place…
I am drunk on the highs of life, the beauty of breathing, and the wonders of laughter and friendship.
a dream is an exquisite complexity that the mind produces, for what more beautiful than the ability to see the unseen and be what cannot be and yet also wish for a day to do what millions have done without ever being detained by circumstance; now, that is the beauty of the human mind
The rain is actually incredibly beautiful right now; the sky is softly glowing and it’s moments like these that I fall in love with the world around me and adore the oxygen filling my lungs.