A person with a young heart yearns to discover way beyond his world. As he grows old, he becomes weary and settles for peace.
It all started with a bum. Breathing the same air as them seemed like a depressant to me. It is, by the way but acceptance is a mantra to try.
The hardest part of crying is trying to hold it all in. Putting on a brave face and faking a pathetic smile. Focusing on your external environment to avoid this internal breakdown from leaking out in the open.
Keeping your eyes and ears open were supposed to let the world expose it self to you but ironically according to John Green, it’s the other way around.
Words need to flow continuously, repetition is inevitable but if you give damn it shouldn’t be that hard.
It’s that flower boy next door. He taught her that if you don’t know the world, you can’t write a fairytale.
Your eyes are like black holes that keep drawing me in.
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