And If only I could, I'd make a deal with God.
But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.
There is no word for our kind of friendship. Two people who don't see each other a lot, but can make each other effortlessly happy
He never wears a watch (his own rebellion against time, against watching).
Honestly, I'm just trying to live day to day
Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it's so fleeting