• My brain during the day: Potato, potato, ching chong tomato
  • My brain at night: I wonder why the Earth was placed exactly here and allowed us to provide a perfect climate to sustain human life.
  • I’m just floating around.

    Sometimes I almost get close to people. I try.

    But I don’t think I really know how.

    I am lost.

    I want closeness. I want someone who I can lay awake with late at night. And talk about my deepest thoughts with. Those thoughts that I don’t ever talk about because I don’t even know how to begin expressing them. Thoughts about the world. About life. Those thoughts I don’t know how to put into words. I want someone who will make me want to try. Someone who will listen. Actually listen. And someone who will talk to me. About the least superficial things. Things that have real meaning. And who will know that I will listen.

    I want someone who will look at me with those eyes. Those eyes that will let me know, without words, that I am loved.

    Someone.

    But I am on my own.

    I am always on my own.

    I don’t know how to change it.

    There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
    ― P.G. Wodehouse (via selfinspiration)

    (Source: larmoyante)

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