“it’s like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect a sunset to admire you back.”

standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.

all throughout history, the loneliest people were the ones who always spoke the truth, the ones who made a difference by withstanding the indifference
I guess it’s up to me now.. should I take that risk or just smile?