She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)ppeanutttt)
I just want that friend that understands when I start talking about cardiology and neurology and suddenly start having anxiety because of absolutely nothing and yet everything at the same time because they know how hard I try to distract myself.
I guess what I mean is: I want a best friend.