You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.
I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
She told me “I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring the lemon and the bottle of gin
We’ll be in between the sheets ‘til the late a.m.
Baby, if you wanted me then you should’ve just said.”