my thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.

Stop thinking about the landing, because its all about falling.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

If people were rain, I’d be drizzle and you’d be a hurricane…