“Nobody dies from lack of sex.
It's lack of love we die from.”
"... But I had extreme guilt, building and building, because, while we were on the hospital, we learned that people that we knew, or that we saw... that didn't make it. It's horrible, because you think: what am I going to do in my life, that's going to make up for their life as well? Because I made it... And they didn't."
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
(Originally from here)
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.~Samuel Ullman~