lou.

"she loves me all that she can,
          
          and her ways to my ways resign;
          
          but she was not made for any man,
          
          and she never will be all mine."
          
          — edna st. vincent millay

"all grown-ups were once children, but only a few of them remember it."

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

nguyện năm tháng vĩnh viễn dịu dàng với em.

if it's normalized to smoke knowing it destroys your lungs, what's wrong with loving someone even though you know there's no chance?

may you fall in love with someone who speaks your language so you don't have to spend a lifetime translating your soul.

she never looked nice. she looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

i can't remember who you are, but i know that i love you.

i don't know who you are but i know you belong to me.

"cửa bồng nay mới mở ra vì người."
          
          — đỗ phủ