There is something so intimate about saying the truth out loud. There is something so intimate about hearing the truth said. There is something so intimate about sharing the truth, even if you are not entirely sure what it means.

Two infinities: the one that stretches to the beginning but never touches-when you halve and halve and halve, infinitely-and then the one that spreads out into the endless, endless future, the endless, endless, distance.The set of infinities that is itself infinite.

There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

Dispel, v. It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.

it's gonna hurt because it matters.