Is that all we have left? Is that all we are? Lights on a map that are slowly dying, hanging on for nothing?

I don't understand how I can know so little about love and how it works. How I can be so bad at it when it's all I've ever wanted.
All I've ever known is about leaving or being left.

I was left with my boobs hanging out

I'm just upset and disappointed in myself that I left them hanging for seven minutes (while I was on the bench). I feel like I let the young guys down.

She must face the forest of her mother’s past in order to save herself and the one she loves.

We’re set in motion and then we spend our lives maintaining that motion, but to what end? For what purpose?