The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

We'll tell our secrets to the dark"-Adam "Okay"-Mia "So let's hear another of your irrational fears"-Adam "I'm scared of losing you"-Mia "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen"-Adam "It still scares me"- Mia

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.

It's not that people like sad movies that make us feel like, "Oh, my god, what a bummer." We like emotionally moving experiences, where you feel like a slightly different person and you see the world a little different, after you finish. It lets you see your own life, in a different way, and it actually makes you feel really good. And even though there might be sad content making this happen, the feeling that you're left with is one that is quite good, quite hopeful, clarifying and uplifting.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely