if your neighbor plays the same music over and over, he's either depressed or deep-cleaning his place.

night is when all the noises outside stop and all the noises inside start.

beautiful things last as long as you watch them, no more, no less.

august.

i’ll live in order to remember.

people who sit on balconies at 2 a.m. are rarely there just because. they are either digesting something or resting from something.

you can live 80 years, and never post anything.

everything i'm not, made me everything i am.

i hoped this year would last a while longer, but august is already here.

every word whether copied from someone else's quotes or born from scratch must be lived through by the author. otherwise it loses the meaning hidden within it. and its weight.

i woke up early this morning with a new state of mind.

i will be the rain under which you are not afraid to get wet and which you love so much.

i like winter — it's as cold and harsh as i am.

distances and your hatred towards me separate us, my love.

i admire people whose beauty and mind are clearer than the sky.

my words will start with capital letters only when you find yourself here.

every one of us longs to be heard and understood, to fall in love and be loved. it's really that simple.

to my future self: «never forget who you used to be».

every moment matters.

— what disillusioned you the most — her, or the choices you made?
— life.

we’re not that different after all.