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

In school, the year was the marker. Fifth grade. Senior year of high school. Sophomore year of college. Then after, the jobs were the marker. That office. This desk. But now that school is over and I've been working at the same place in the same office at the same desk for longer than I can truly believe, I realize: You have become the marker. This is your era. And it's only if it goes on and on that will have to look for other ways to identify the time.

tiny: but there is the word, this word phil wrayson taught me once: weltschmerz. it's the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be. i live in a big goddamned weltzschermz ocean, you know? and so do you.

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals.

I will be the one to leave you.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.