Morning talks are rarely true, talking in the afternoon is small. You'll never know a person until they talk in soft tones late, late at night.
There will always be things in life and in growing up that no one will tell you, but you will learn in time.
You'll never realize how you and your parents are similar until after you've moved out.
Feeling like you're nothing is easy. You can imagine yourself disappearing just likethat. But once you realize you're something it's more difficult; there is a body to feed and a soul to fill. You take up space because you belong in it.
No one knows your life as well as you do, because you're the only one that was there the entire time. Not even words can convey everything if it's secondhand. But don't be fooled, no one lies to you more than yourself.
Do not believe your passions are "correct" or "better" than someone else's. Passions make you happy, do not take away small happiness. Embrace why you're different. Sing opera in the shower. Create languages. Collect headless dolls. Enjoy your madness.
A penchant for poetry comes with coming of age. Poetry speaks true things with the ease of lies.
Daylight is for living. Moonlight is for thinking. Walk through playgrounds at midnight, feel how your limbs have grown. Sit outside coffee shops at noon, see how the world turns.
Everything is complicated. Nothing is trivial. Cliches are etched in your bones and make you laugh or sigh.
Nothing is more grounding than having a hardback book in your backpack.
Loving someone else often feels more important than anything. Creating hurts just as much.
Dreams feel longer when you try to keep them at bay.
Watching the sun rise because you've woken up and seen it is vastly different than staying up and seeing it.
Waiting for an answer is dull. Finding it yourself is satisfying.