I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then i thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways i do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well I hope that if you are out there and read this, know that yes, I’m here and I’m just as strange as you

You wanted to write something worthwhile. You wanted to make sense of it all. You wanted to tell the truth. You wanted to understand why you felt like this. You wanted to know why something in you is not satisfied with dull. Won’t sit still in social settings. Asks the wrong questions. Gets nervous and leaves without explanation. Is always scratching itself and looking away. Takes up too much space. Takes up none. Something in you has feet always half off the ground. Itching to leave. Planning escape routes. Not fully trusting. Always knowing how much money I have in my account and how far that will get you

Don’t promise when you are happy, don’t reply when you are angry, don’t decide when you’re sad

You have to be odd to be number one - dr seuss

Sometimes I look at people and I make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine like how deep they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.

Joaquin Phoenix as ‘Theodore Twombly’ in “Her’ (via vessel-for-disaccharides)