The sum of our normality is the illusion of our impossible future and our inevitable dullness.

There is no such a thing as normal. Every face we show, for as weird as it may seem, for as little as we show it, is still a part of us.

We can go through life denying whole pieces of us, faces and thoughts, loves and cravings, but it doesn’t make them any less real.

Just regrettable memories for future sadnesses.