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I guess that was why I loved too much. I had a lot of loveless holes to fill.
Life is like photography. You need the negatives to develop. —Ziad K. Abdelnour
People always overcomplicate shit.”
“Life is living. If you’re not living exactly the way you want to live, then what’s the fucking point?”
Everything was hollow. Everything except for my heart. And having an abundant heart in a hollow world was an affliction I was helpless to overcome.
“Relationships are overrated. Love is nothing but a building block for collapse. A stepping stone for tripping and stumbling into a black hole you can’t climb out of it.”
But being jaded doesn’t come with age; it comes with hardship. And hardship can blow through like a stormfront, destroying everything in a blink. Five years old, fifteen, fifty. Doesn’t matter. Once you’re caught in the funnel, you never stop spinning out.”
“Confidence is like a muscle,” I told him. “It needs consistent exercise. The more you practice, the stronger it becomes. It’s not about eliminating self-doubt entirely—it’s about pushing through it.”
“This is a judgment-free zone. Age of consent is seventeen,” Radley said, sipping his liquor before chuckling through a swallow. “Good ol’ Illinois. You can’t buy fireworks, but you can fuck a seventeen year old.”
“Lost things don’t have to stay lost forever. They can be found.”
Love alone wasn’t always enough to keep us safe. Sometimes, it was our ultimate undoing.
“Feels like every step took me in the wrong direction and we ended up here. In this goddamn purgatory.”
“That’s not how I see it. I like to think everything happens for a reason.”
“That’s an imaginary concept designed to make you feel better about your life and help you sleep at night. Santa Claus, angels, wishes, fate. They’re not real. They’re coping mechanisms.”
Age didn’t matter. Numbers meant nothing in the grand scheme of destiny.
