❝ Am I Still In A Dream? Is It Really Spring That Came After The Long Winter? ❞

This girls is really something else: only she communicates to me so brilliantly her feelings, with much sophistication, and aligns her thoughts with mine like the stars would do. I love, love, love her to the guts.

I miss her so much that it hurts.

Kurt Cobain

concept: me, sleeping inside a cloud

Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Helen Whitman featured in “The last letters of Edgar Allan Poe to Sarah Helen Whitman,”

When did we all stop believing in magic? Why did we put all our hopes in a box in the attic?                                        I'm the long-shot I'm the Hail Mary Why can't it be me?

𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒂, 𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒔

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World