Act like you trust people, but don’t.
When my absence doesn’t alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it
I wish I had a someone who would oberserve me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. Someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.
If you can’t figure out your purpose, figure out your passion, for your passion will lead you right into your purpose.
That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.