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.

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?

The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place.

Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever

I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.