When you truly start to trust and believe in the identity you’ve forged for yourself, others start to believe it too.

I don’t give enough credit to my hometown, really. Somehow it found ways to offer me love when I had none left to give.

I think there’s a sort of beauty in appreciating something we consider so constant. When I’m standing alone, looking out over the horizon, nothing matters, and everything matters.

As the walls collapsed I let go once and for all. I opened my eyes and threw myself back into reality.