"I just thought it was so romantic—the idea that you don’t need to be loved in return in order to love something or someone. Love can come from you. It doesn’t have to be reciprocal. People love their cars. People love all kinds of things, and they really love them. And we don’t really value that kind of love because it’s not a real, reciprocal kind of love, but it’s real love to them…"
"Can two people really be meant to be? Soul mates. It would be nice if its true. That we all have someone out there waiting for us, us waiting for them. I’m just not sure I believe it.
Maybe I do believe it. All this meant to be stuff. Why not believe it? Really, who doesn’t want more romance in their life? Maybe it’s just up to us to make it happen, to show up and be that for each other. At least that way we’ll find out for sure if you’re meant to be or not."
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet