Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
-- Stephen Chbosky
(Bucharest, Romania)
“Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I'm present, am I here at all? Is there a written rule book, that tells you how to be— all the right things to talk about— that everyone has but me? Slowly I am withering— a flowered deprived of sun; longing to belong to— somewhere or someone.”
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure