There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.
I’m either too emotional or I don’t feel at all
meeting someone with the same music taste is seriously the best thing ever
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
No one wants to be the person who is made fun of for caring too much about something, who treats in earnest a situation that everyone else considers absurd. Even in personal relationships, feeling too heavily invested while simultaneously understanding that the other person couldn’t be more detached is one of the most profound feelings of embarrassment we can experience. Because it isn’t simply the embarrassment of making a mistake or a poor choice, it’s a shame over the kind of human being you are and how you see the world around you. To be shamed for your sincerity is to be reminded that you are dependent on something which is not dependent on you — that you are, once again, vulnerable.
People don’t look at your personality first. People judge you automatically by your looks and then try to get to know your personality. But the second they don’t like your looks, they don’t get to know you. That’s how reality is.
I’m constantly torn between this overwhelming desire to know more about myself and the desire to erase everything I think I am.
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.
Don’t you dare
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow.
It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I’ve made none the champion.