Romantics are drawn to sunrises because they like beginnings, the thrill of something new. Lovers enjoy sunsets, an ending wrapped in the arms of a promise. Yearners belong to the moon, the only one who knows what it’s like to be stuck in orbit, loving from afar.

i watch him in the kitchen， and i think of how much it hurts to love somebody. how deep the hurt is， how almost unbearable. it's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.

roommate finally has a boyfriend i like. he brought us both chinese food for no reason and then went and stopped at the mirror by the front door and looked at himself and pointed and was like HEY. so ur the one whos been spending all my fucking money” and then left.

Hace demasiado frío, mi tropical humanidad apenas lo soporta.

in my dreams，i come home to you and you come home to me，and for a split second every hardship i ever endured has meaning.