Forever trying to find that balance between hoping too little and too much, between being too much of a dreamer and too much of a realist, between being too distant and too attached. I don’t know where that fine line is, so if you find it let me know.
a fan reads jay a poem she wrote for him.
"Flight attendant announcements are one of the cruel and unusual punishments of modern life. But tucked inside those 5 minute soul-suckers is some genuine advice and I listen for it every time. Somewhere between seat belts and life vests, the flight attendant says that oxygen masks will fall from above if cabin pressure is lost. The next sentence is crucial: if you’re sitting next to someone who needs assistance, put your own mask on before helping them. This isn’t because of some misguided sense of selfishness or self-preservation. It’s because if you lose consciousness from a lack of oxygen, you can’t help anyone else. It’s advice I take into every aspect of my life. Put your mask on first. What that means is up to you."
"You seek to threaten me with death? If you seek to threaten me, threaten me with life."
— Victor Frankenstein, Penny Dreadful
Be with someone who motivates you to be a better person, understands your pace and helps you improve it, respects your good ambitions, helps you unlearn dangerous patterns and habits. Someone who you love but don’t centralize. It is so important to understand the difference between loving someone with all your heart (which is beautiful) and removing your own core by replacing it with them (which is not love but extreme dependency).
I want someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 2 in the morning and will tell me their favorite songs and their family problems and how they think the earth was made
Everyone has a chapter in their life they don’t read out loud.
"Ghosts are just pieces of memory. They haunt us because we don’t want to forget. We are the ghost makers. We take fragments of the dead and project them onto shadows and sounds, trying to make sense of loss by assigning it a new shape. Ghosts aren’t real. Dead is dead. There is no getting someone back."
— There Will Come A Time by Carrie Arocs
Chapter Eight, Page 61