If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
That's who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.
It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the world that they don’t care if that mark is a scar.
Maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.