The main thing is the way people look at you and talk to you, because you don’t feel any different. A light never went off, like ‘Ok, I’m a new me.’ So it’s hard when people treat you differently, I mean you don’t feel any differently. It’s alienating. You feel like a zoo animal, or something. I don’t know what it is. It’s something in somebody’s eyes. It’s like not connecting, not making eye contact sometimes. And now I’m surrounded by people all the time, and I can be so lonely when everyone goes. But I have to remind myself it’s just being alone, it’s not lonely.
“One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.”
"I’ve never understood why people have to become brats when they become successful. I think you should work harder when you become successful because people are expecting more from you. Success doesn’t mean that you’re allowed to work less and treat people like shit. I’m not really supposed to say shit. Now I’ve gone and said it twice."
”I get to choose who I surround myself with. I don’t wanna be comfortable, I don’t wanna be content all the time. I wanna meet people that shock me and that show me aspects of myself that I didn’t know I had. There’s always gonna be a group of people that have different limits, different expectations of their lives. As soon as you find those people, it’s more than okay. It’s what life is. You’d be living less of a life had you not found those people.”
The trident was a natural, deadly extension of his arm
I’m usually that person who has no idea what’s going on
favourite movies → harry potter and the goblet of fire