You either have a great social life and shitty taste in music, or a fantastic taste in music with barely any social life.

Don't swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus.

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.

I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I’ve never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero’s errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.

So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.