That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

Honestly, I'm just trying to live day to day

Long live protest songs, in whatever form they take.

for the first time in my life i realize why hangers are called hangers, because after fifteen minutes of trying things on and throwing them aside, all i want to do is hook one to the top of my closet door, lean my neck into the loop, and let my weight fall.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.