“And that’s what adulthood is: you wake from the nightmare and realize there’s no bigger bed to climb into.”
Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.
do you ever just feel so awkward when you buy something and pay in cash and the cashier gives you the change back but you take a few seconds to put the money in your wallet and you can feel the world judging you from afar
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
i’ve got to the point of band obsession in which i don’t even question if i like their songs i just accept everything they do like it’s just my life now and there’s no turning back
“I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.”