quote from the art book

Be kind and patient with yourself 🌻. No one has yet to figure out the full capacity of our brains and how much we can handle. But I do know that we can handle a lot more than we think we can. It’s all about your outlook ❤.

Have you ever platonically fallen for someone?
For the things they say and how they can always cheer you up, no matter the circumstances?
For how you can count on them and the way they get so enthusiastic about the things they love?
Have you ever watched someone without them noticing and just felt your heart burst of love for everything they do and everything they are, feeling incredibly proud to have them as a friend?
Have you ever been in awe due to the feeling of being blessed by the sheer existence of another human being?
—  // friendship
j.d.m.
And what a heavy burden it is, not knowing if the one you love, loves you?
—  when you only carry their indifference // @abillionlittlethoughts
It is quite unbelievable that there will be people that I will love unconditionally that I have not met yet.
Somewhere out there, in a supermarket or singing in the shower, there are souls that have not touched mine yet but will, eventually.
—  // The Skies We’re Under
j.d.m.
the moon was my
dearest friend and
every night we met
to talk about how 
lonely we were;
me in a planet home
to seven billion and her,
amongst the infinite
universe
—  vp
Usually when I feel lonely it’s not because I don’t have people around me it’s because no one seems to think the way I do. That being said, I feel alone because I’m surrounded by so many people that don’t know who I am.
i don’t think i was in love with you or anything like that.
i was just amazed by our existences’ collision despite the very little probability they had to do so. i just really enjoyed your presence, your voice and your scent. i just smiled sillily when the thought of you popped in my head and cried sincerely when you walked away. i just found it easier to breathe, to live when you were around but suddenly felt the urge to never wake up to another day when you left.
i repeat, i don’t think i was in love with you or anything. i’m a very good liar, so good i convinced myself whatever feelings i had for you were not to be called “love”. however, just like all good liars do, i knew the truth i was trying to cover up.
I wish someone would’ve just sat me down, five years ago, ten years ago even, and told me how much growing up would feel like digging my soul out of my body by teaspoons and burying it.
—  from an unfinished story #810
i am doing a terrible job
at forgetting you
because i dreamt
about you last night
and your facial features
appeared so neatly.
especially a year after i last saw you.
—  i’m pretty bad at moving on, i guess.
You are those seconds
between lightning and thunder;
full of everything
that’s about to come,
telling me
how close
you actually are.
—  // a storm
j.d.m.