That’s the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what’s going on.
Sometimes you just have those days where everything goes wrong. But sometimes, and totally unexpectedly, something can go right.
Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn’t look like what you wanted anymore.
What really happened doesn’t matter. What matters is how we agree to remember it.
If there’s one common thread throughout all of history, it’s that people have always fallen for the wrong people.
I think love without heartbreak is a myth. A pretty myth, but the kind of myth that ultimately makes us feel worse about ourselves because we’re somehow not able to make it come true.
When you die, you just die. No ghost, no reincarnation, no heaven. People want to believe that their souls live on or whatever, but that’s only because they can’t handle the idea of the world going on without them.
You may wonder how I managed to make these friends. Well, I will tell you. Making friends is actually not that hard when you drop every single one of your standards.
People are who they are and, try as you might, you cannot make them be what you want them to be.
If you’re going to have the tortured soul of an artist, then you might as well create some art while you’re at it.
I believe that a person’s taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.
This wasn’t how I imagined things going. But imagination is so often no match for the absurdity, the randomness, the tragedy of reality.
Tonight the Internet seemed filled with versions of me, like a fun house filled with mirrors. Some of them made me look prettier, and some of them made me look uglier, and some of them chopped me right in half, but none of them were right.
Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable. And isn’t that – just you – enough?
I had never killed myself before, so I had no idea what would I want to listen to when it was too late for me to skip to the next song. Like, maybe when you’re dying, you actually want to hear something really upbeat.
Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.
Well, you can’t have heartbreak without love,” Dan pointed out. “If your heart was really broken, then at least you know you really loved him.
Because before the time when you’re heartbroken, you get to be in love, and that’s worth it.
Some people were nice to you simply because they liked you.
People have to create some sort of art so they have something to think about other than their shitty lives.
I have a theoryd that the first person you fall for creates a model for how you approach relationships going forward. Like, it frames how you’ll look at every person who you date after that.
Don’t you ever want to have just one thing that no one else knows about, so no one can ruin it for you?
I liked projects where I could take things apart and figure out exactly how they worked. The problem is, you can’t do that with people.
This should have been a red flag, I realize in retrospect. Working really hard on anything is, by definition, not cool.
But you know better than anyone how the Internet sees everything and nothing, all at the same time.
Nobody is so busy that they can’t make time for the people they really care about.