All I Wanted To Say Is Life Could Be Hard Sometimes So Go Easy On Yourself.

"In the end, the thing that broke me also made me whole."

The broken heart gallery

"I often look for books that are like medicine, that fit my situation and my thoughts, and I read them over and over again until the pages are tattered, underlining everything, and still the book will have something to give me. Books never tire of me. And in time they present a solution, quietly waiting until I am fully healed. That’s one of the nicest things about books."

I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki, Baek Sehee

Does it ever happen to you that you suddenly start to cry and you keep on crying but actually you do not know the reason behind it? You just cry!

“Soon we’ll be old and ugly. Life is short, you know? Die young and leave a beautiful corpse. Who said that?”

“Someone who liked fucking corpses.”

Ottessa Mosfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

"The fairy tales we read as children are very one-dimensional. There are good people and bad people in those stories. But in the books adults read, it becomes harder to divide up characters into absolutely good and absolutely bad people."

I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki,Baek Sehee

"How was a friendship any more codependent than a relationship? Why was it admirable when you were twenty-seven but creepy when you were thirty-seven? Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified. Friendship was witnessing another’s slow drip of miseries, and long bouts of boredom, and occasional triumphs. It was feeling honored by the privilege of getting to be present for another person’s most dismal moments, and knowing that you could be dismal around him in return."

A little life, Hanya Yanagihara

"Things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully."

A little life, Hanya Yanagihara

In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laughter, shoes lined up together by the door. Eyes across a dance floor.

I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found that nothing was there.

A mirage.

Loveless by Alice Oseman

"Life is the thing you bring with you inside your head."

Alexandra Bracken, Lore

You know what the problem is, I always give other people amazing and useful gift but they never give me a proper gift . There gifts are always useless. So from now on I have also started to give them cheap and useless gifts. Tit for tat :-).