Quotes from Dominic Riccitello

You don't get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it's yours and no longer theirs.

And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.

Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.

I've spent awhile trying to figure out where I'm going and the only thing I've come to realize is it doesn't matter where, it's how I get there.

People love the facade of a perfection relationship because perfection seems alluring. What they don't realize is perfection is terrifying.

I don't want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn't quite pleasing.

I loved everything to anything to everyone who surrounded him. He was perfect. A delusion with a sweet melancholy taste. He was crazy, but he was my crazy and inside, everything felt right.

Even if he was supposed to be the one, he didn't end up being the one.

Love. Be thankful. Appreciate.

Someone's therapist knows all about you.

To be interwoven in life experience is a beautiful gift.

We just happened to be in the same moment at the same time and all the coincidences seemed to collide.

What's scary is the ability to understand multiple situations and not know which is right.

You didn't understand the poem, but that was because it wasn't for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

We live in a world of contrast and it's sad we are among people who can't seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.

Mountains in the distance remind me of you.

Some long for acceptance while others fear for anything ordinary.

I'm accustomed to toxicity and can't control myself when I'm near it.

We were one, even in the darkest corner.

Who knows if you're alive anymore, but better yet, who knows if I'm even alive anymore?

How can you be afraid to live yet scared to die?

All of my bad ideas were always my best.

They're scared of death, but that's like being afraid of life.

But could words bethe end of me?