our fear is free floating.
you just have to let things fall into place, how they’re supposed to be. even though you might want something so bad, it might not be meant to be. and what you get in the end, is what you needed all along.
there’s a story behind everything.
i think you’re crazy, just like me. we’re both weird, and awkward, and complex, and unusual. that’s why we like each other. that’s why we connect. we know that now.
what do I want for the future? i know exactly what i want, i want everything.
being fully alive every day so that you really see and hear and smell and feel things.
“she’s never where she is”, i said. “she’s only inside her head”.
this is the hour when the mysteries emerge.
little language, broken words.
joy division - she’s lost control
my never-ending expectations.
thunder in my heart.
think about the good times and never look back, never look back.
i think it’s perfectly acceptable and rather admirable to be moderately delusional.
the ordinary is extraordinary.
it pours from my eyes and spills from my skin.
but you know, only boring people get bored. they have to prod themselves continually in order to feel alive.
maybe that’s the way you and i will always relate.