If someone comes into your
life and has a positive impact
on you, be thankful that your
paths crossed. And even if
they can't stay for some reason,
be thankful that they somehow
made you happy, even if it was
just for a short while.

I want to live simply.
I want to sit by the window when
it rains and read books I'll
never be tested on.

I want to paint because I want to,
not because I've got something to prove.
I want to listen to my body,
fall asleep when the moon is high,
and wake up slowly,
with no place to rush off to.

I want not to be governed by money
or clocks or any of the artificial
restraints that humanity
imposes on itself. I just want to be
boundless and infinite.

The voices in my head and I have been best friends from the start.
They used to be angels but now they're devils:
The kind of friends my mom used to warn me about.

My favourite scene is when she turns her
head away from me, only for me to cup
her cheeks in my hands as I caress her
face and her lips. I can hear her breathing
louder and faster, and at this point, I don't
quite know whom I'm breathing for anymore.
Her hair smells like a pleasant meadow of
daisies. Her skin is softer than the mellow
breeze. She is lovely. I grab her closer to
me as I lay her on my lap until she falls asleep,
only to realize the concept of time has broken
down—but we go on anyways. She's the most
beautiful girl I know.