I honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. You’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.
Stay inside til somebody finds us Do whatever the TV tells us Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz So worry not All things are well We’ll be alright We have our looks and perfume on
you’re unsure. you don’t know if you will ever have a place to call home. you don’t know if you will ever have somebody. and that’s okay. it’s okay to be afraid and it’s okay to be doubtful. but please don’t let these thoughts get the best of you. please don’t stay awake at night full of fear that you made a wrong turn, because you didn’t! you are on the right path; you made the right turns on your journey. you have done what you had to do and you are on the path to joy. now let your heart guide you, trust in the wind and where it leads you. you are worthy of love and in the coming months, in the coming years, you will find your place. you will find your people, your person. you will feel warm soon.