Love. I love you. I’ll always love you, my love. You are the love of my life.

Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

Most people don't want to be saved. Besides, if you keep bailing everybody out, they'll never learn to paddle on their own.

But it's not about knowing. It is simply about going forward.

The Wilds aren't safe anymore.

The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.