DAISY: I Run Hot And I Always Have. I Am Not Going To Sit Around Sweating My Ass Off Just So Men Can

Stories were living inside us. I think we were born to tell our stories. After we died, our stories would survive.

Maybe it was our stories that fed the universe the energy it needed to keep on giving life.Maybe all we were meant to do on this earth was to keep on telling stories.

Our stories—and the stories of the people we loved.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World

“You’re so obsessed with finding someone to love you because you can’t love yourself.”

— Unknown

"Everyone is afraid of something and that is a fact."

My mind is divided into two parts. One part always motivates me to do my best but the other part just demotivates me. Most of the time the other part wants to punish me for my failure. Not physical pain but the mental pain. These mental pain reduces my enthusiasm to do any work which leads to emotional breakdown and overthinking. The part which motivates me had helped me to deal with this emotional breakdown. Books have also helped me alot. Writing helps me to deal with overthinking. But still its quite hard.

Does this happen to you?

Ma. You once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were god, you’d know it’s a flood.

Ocean Vuong,One earth we are briefly gorgeous

Does it ever happen to you that you suddenly start to cry and you keep on crying but actually you do not know the reason behind it? You just cry!

"When you are a person who always care about others then who is supposed to care about you ".

In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laughter, shoes lined up together by the door. Eyes across a dance floor.

I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found that nothing was there.

A mirage.

Loveless by Alice Oseman

"It is good to be loved, even though it will not last."

E.Lockhart, We were liars

“There’s a difference between being dead and dying. We’re all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.”

Robyn Schneider, Extraordinary Means