The trouble is that you think you have time.

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.

From my experience, honey, if he seems too good to be true—he probably is.

(via keremmermutlu)

Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.

I just thought it was so romantic—the idea that you don’t need to be loved in return in order to love something or someone. Love can come from you. It doesn’t have to be reciprocal. People love their cars. People love all kinds of things, and they really love them. And we don’t really value that kind of love because it’s not a real, reciprocal kind of love, but it’s real love to them…

Sometimes I feel as though there are two me’s, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she’s supposed to nod and says what she’s supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams… Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I’m two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.

(via keremmermutlu)

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.