That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.

We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.

Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.

This is what I want: I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.

grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping

I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in time-lapse photography, going from bud to wild radiant blossom in ten seconds flat.