Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
what if your plants want to kill themselves but you keep on watering them?
a part of yesterday’s dream on my dream diary (that freaked me out)
Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.
I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.
I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.