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Alex | 16 | Australia

You abandon yourself, then start looking for satisfaction. You feel that there’s something missing, so you are always searching, becoming more and more frantic as all the things you acquire or accomplish don’t fill you. This whole pattern occurs because you have stopped being. If you just let yourself be there, there is nowhere to go, nothing to look for, because it’s all there.
What a sad era when it is easier to smash an atom than a prejudice.
Happiness consists in getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more.
There’s a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.
Sometimes I wonder… will God ever forgive us for what we’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize… God left this place a long time ago.
People run from rain, but sit in bathtubs full of water.
‎I myself am made up entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
You cannot deny the existence of hell. You live in it. It is a place without love.
Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.