i don't think i think about like at least half of the things i used to think about since i've met you i mean that in the very best way possible because now i'm mostly feeling instead of thinking and also, here's another thing i thought, you're probably very bad for my future but you are splendid right now it's just really awful that i'm pretty sure it'll be a while before either of us want to say bye and i would rather just let it die a horrible miserable disgusting death than let circumstances take us away from each other and potentially rob us of any happy experiences that we could have together (no matter how close they are to the end of us) that's how much i love you. if that even makes sense
“Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, “You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!” said the straight tree. He said, “I’m tall and I’m straight.” And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, “Cut all the straight trees.” And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.” -Wristcutters
i'm so happy it hasn't worn off yet i feel like i haven't slept at all just rested my eyes a moment consumed in those thoughts about you and i feel like i'm a tiny piece of ash floating off my cigarette falling slow in the thick april heat and and and i'm floating into you and and and oh man and and and i'm drunk with it
"You must be always drunk. It is the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you must be continually drunk. But on what? Drunk on wine, on poetry or on virtue, as you wish. But be drunk."
"I love life...Yeah, I'm sad, but at the same time, I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like...It makes me feel alive, you know. It makes me feel human. The only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt something really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good. So I guess what I'm feeling is like a beautiful sadness." - Trey Parker/Matt Stone
And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things—childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves—that go on slipping, like sand, through our fingers.
