At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via seabois
Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.