The problem with being introverted is that there is no polite way to say “I love you, but I’m tired of being with you right now.”
Concept: it’s 3am. Candle lit room. A record is spinning. You’re kissing me. We have no worries in the world. We’re warm and content
I am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and I'm still trying to figure out how that works.
“I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.”
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
“before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.
if you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”
- Soledad Francis
" Disable a few laser cannons. What is the big deal? All we gotta do is find that one little wire. Oh mama."