He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
it hurts my soul when bad things happen to good people, fuck everyone that’s ever made you anything but happy
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.
Movies can be anything. They can be escape or they can be confrontation. It’s an incredibly malleable art form, which takes the best out of every other art form – writing, music, performance, visual imagery. It’s such a complete art at its best.
I urge you to please notice when you are happy.
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.
People shouldn’t have to appear always, you know, stable and content, because people aren’t always stable and content. And it makes it harder, and it makes us as a majority more unstable and more discontented because we don’t have the freedom to express all of these darker sides of our emotions. Because we’re supposed to keep everything very, you know, friendly and polite and appropriate all the time. And I think that every emotion is appropriate whenever it arises.