“ That’s what real love amounts to—letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending, performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act—and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.
“ The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
I want to grow up not..
because i hate my parents or want to get out of home but because i want the freedom to do tiny things like decide what furniture goes in my house && what color the walls are. && if i should go out at night rather than stay in doing work for once i want to decide what music to play in my own home while i’m cooking or cleaning && how loud it is. i want to experience the world without a barrier && to be able to express who i am through the little details.