that's it - hundreds of texts and conversations, thousands upon thousands of words spoken and sent, all boiled down into a single line. is that what relationships become?

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.

We wish we could have been there for you. We didn't have many role models of our own--we latched on to the foolish love of Oscar Wilde and the well-versed longing of Walt Whitman because nobody else was there to show us an untortured path. We were going to be your role models. We were going to give you art and music and confidence and shelter and a much better world. Those who survived lived to do this. But we haven't been there for you. We've been here. Watching as you become the role models.

You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.

When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

Part of love is letting a person be who they want to be