And I bet she told

a million people

that she'd stay in touch

well all the little promises that don't mean much

when there's memories to be made

And I hope you're holding hands by new years day

we made it far too easy to believe

that true romance

can't be achieved

these days

- arctic monkeys, Only Ones Who Know

“Do you fall in love often?”

“Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.”

- Jeanette Winterston

Remember, we are in His grip.

it is okay to not be okay

I thank God everyday for making the sun set and rise again,

so that I may one day be far away from my mistakes.

I'd trade it all to be able to start over again.

To the greatest day in history

every beat will be for you

yes, i believe in love

yes, i'm a dreamer

"You may live thousands of my days, but I have thousands of moments to be happy in. Do you think all the beauty in the world will die when you do?"

- Hans Christian Anderson; The Last Dream of the Oak Tree

In this old tourist town

this is a big world, that was a small town

him: you're thinking about things I'm only just starting to think about now. you're figuring out things I'm not even ready to face yet.

her: I feel like I've missed so much, being here already. like I'm lacking something crucial.

him: you haven't missed anything.

you're somewhere we can only dream of

I am ready to look a little bit awkward, to have my confidence raked across the coals. I am not how I was before. I have begun this long, winding, darkened path, but a path nonetheless; on my way to turning around.

If, by the time you get here, the telephone

is dangling from its carriage

and emptying itself into the room, it is

because I have gone outside to repair

the night through a colander of stars

- Jeramy Dodds

I once had a conversation with my typing teacher about eternal life. He wanted me to define specifically what it was about the world that I wanted to experience. Smoking, drinking, writhing on a dance floor to the Rolling Stones? Not exactly, I told him, although I did think highly of Exile on Mainstreet. Then what, he kept asking me. Crime, drugs, promiscuity? No, I said, that wasn't it either. I couldn't put my finger on it. I ended up saying stupid stuff like, I just want to be myself, I just want to do things without wondering if they're a sin or not. I want to be free. I want to know what it's like to be forgiven by another human being (I was stoned obviously) and not have to wait around all my life anxiously wondering if I'm am okay person or not and having to die to find out.

- a complicated kindness