"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."
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It really sucks that my mothers right and now I’m stuck in a deeper hole than ever before, without anyone.
Applause to me.
But am I putting myself in another cell?
This speaks to me on an emotional level.
"I don’t know much about relationships. I don’t know anything about love. All I want, like, in this whole world, is to just keep talking to you. I wanna know how your day was, where you wanna eat, and I wanna argue with you. And I wanna hear all your theories, even the ones that are just completely, you know, wrong. And I know it’s not that simple. I just believe that if you are really willing to continue having this conversation with me, then we can figure the rest out."