I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
all these years all these years,
everything I believed in
This is a good thing i presume :P
I have not seen it; which is the main girl?
When did your eyes get so icy blue? When did you stop seeing me as a reflection of you?
Everyone is making fun of Gus and ignoring the depth of expression in Hazel’s response.
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
If you stare at the center of the universe, there is a coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us.
That’s why we have to care about each other.