i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together
"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning."
"You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand."
I miss so much yet i’d rather suffer through nostalgia than overcome my fears of reality.