My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.
— Anis Mojgani
In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.
— Robert Brault
How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
whenever i wanna cry i think about Van Gogh he was such a nice and lonely dude all he wanted was for people to love him he ate yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him oh god oh god that’s so sad i can’t breathe
