Maybe tonight you're scared of falling, and maybe there's somebody here or somewhere else you're thinking about, worrying over, fretting over, trying to figure out if you want to fall, or how and when you're gonna land, and i gotta tell you, friends, to stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.

Fate has a strange way of making plans.

next to it was a dvd called 'as i get laid dying,' which had a hospital scene on the front. it was like grey's anatomy, only with less grey and more anatomy.

Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It’s probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be. I can only guess from observation.

no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.