He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.
Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.
It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.
Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.
Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing"; - "We accept the love we think we deserve,
I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for thousands of years. Or just not exist..
It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.
I would die for you. But I won't live for you.
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough
Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.
And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.
They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.
Everyone is special in their own way.
You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.
Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.