under rug swept.
At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart.
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
Because your existence in time and space is unique, there are lives that only you can touch.
Feelings that come back are feelings that never left.
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
Let the credulous and the vulgar continue to believe that all mental woes can be cured by a daily application of Greek myths to their private parts. I really do not care.