Everyone's a Aliebn When Ur a Aliebn Too

Hmm... Well I guess everybody tells me i am too small and too slow to make a diference in this world but i am makimg a diference in my own world and i hope that is enough

we will always be with u. we internalize traits we observe in others as a way to honor and remeber them. we are all living memorials

i was so woried about wat i woud become in the future that i didnt realize i can be anything i want to be right now

there are many reasons to be sad. u may be sad because u feel alone. the comforting thing abot feeling lonely is that every thing that has ever existed also knows what loneliness feels like too. u may be sad because u are sad. it is ok to be sad but if u are sad because happiness is fleeting, just remember that sadness is also fleeting too.

the harder it is to say goobye to sombody, the luckier u are to have met sombody ur going to miss

when u are worried about who u are suposed to be, u never get to learn who u are

when two aliebns find each other in a strange place, it feels a little more like home.

the truth is we all achieve greatness. the only difference is the size of our audiences

a friend is anyone or anything who shares a life with u that you would never be able to experience without them.

uve spent ur whole life by urself, with urself, and so u have learned how to know urself and how to love ur life and u are truly happy with both those things. but I think that even in ur happy solitary life, u fear, more than anything else, that nobody will ever get to know the powerful love that you have grown within urself. its like having a secret that u cant share with anybody because nobody is willing to listen. and so while u are not lonely, u still sometimes like to imagine a life with sombody else, yet for the life of u, u cant imagine who that sombody could be. and so u project that fear and anger into others — those who have that one thing that u do not. ur so full of love, but all ur love comes out of u in destructive ways.

never be sad abot the past, it is alredy hapened and you canot change it, instead, focus on wat truly matters: being sad abot the future

if ur always hapy are u ever truly hapy, or is hapiness only somthing we see in u becuase we know sadness

if a tree falls in love with the forest but doesn't make a sound, will the forest ever hear it

i've been wonderimg why the lonely ones make the most beautiful music and i thimk its because theyre the ones most invested in filling the silence.

I love art. To experience sombodys art is to be invited into a silent conversation they are having with themself.

the more you learn about the world, the more things you need a home to be in order to call it a home.

Don't fret my dear. If art is translation of the ephemeral into observable form, then always remember that it is the translationn that is the craft. The craft is that which can always be improved. But the ephemeral is that which only you have been able to observe, and that which only you have chosen to translate, and so in a way, the ephemeral is you, and it is already beautiful.

working with urself is always the most dificult collaboration.

perhaps the only thing sadder than saying goobye to a friend is knowimg that they will never be the same as who u remember them to be.

BUT WHY DOES SILENCE NEED TO BE FILLED AT ALL? I LOVE SILENCE. IT IS MY FAVORITE MUSIC. i dont know, Nothing. i quess somtimes it is dificult to hear

if u replace 'i have to...' with 'i get to...' then humabn life becomes AMAZING.

We internalize traits we observe in others as a way to honor and remember them. We are all living memorials.

oh no! a ghobst! please dont haunt me i dont want to be afraid umm i literaly experienced the horors of death so maybe this isnt abot you

sometimes a caterpillar will wait too long and die in its cocoon before ever becoming a buterfly.

The eternal darkness is not eternal

day 3: being small does not mean the same thimg as being insignificamt.

im like a onion. peel back the layers and u'll see that deep down inside im just a smaller, mor afraid onion.

the universe is most generous when somehow, against all odds, it finds a way of telling you ur seeing something for the last time in ur life.