It feels like we’ve stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

There is certainty in a ring. The non-ending, the non-beginning. The ongoing. The way it holds on to you not because it's fastened or stretched or adhered. It holds on because it fits.

I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and want to be every word you say.