I write because it’s the only thing I love that always loves me back.
Every time I thought to, I wrote about you.
I’ll only tell you what matters. And the truth is, everything matters. Nothing is an accident, really.
If everyone could just live near the ocean, I think we’d all be happier. It’s hard to be down about anything knee deep in the sand.
I imagine you dream of me on the nights I dream of you. I’m always so confused by the platonic way we enjoy each other’s company. We talk about so many things that I can’t recall when I wake up. How did you get me pregnant last night? We never touch in my dreams.
Love is the best drug, bar none.
When all the fights stop, so does the passion.
Making the hard to decision to throw away a once favorite bra is like deleting an ex-friend that repeatedly let you down.
Chemically, I’m as off as I can be. But you fix me.
The weak can’t bear to face their weaknesses in the presence of our strength.
Just as the world spun us into existence, it will spin on long after we are gone.
I’d tell you what happened, but I can’t remember all of it. And I don’t wanna put words in my dreams thoughts.
My existence began the day you were created and was realized the day we met.
I’ve had these demons for years, maybe for my whole life. Then you came along to provoke them, expose them, and eventually rid me of them, because I believe you’re the only human that can.
My body either likes you or it doesn’t. And, I trust my body but I can’t assuredly tell you why.
Imagine that we’re new and you’re trying to impress me, because at the rate you’re going, soon that will become someone else’s right.
He said I’m the winning lottery ticket, like he’s never meant anything more.
When nothing is at stake, everything’s a waste.
I had a dream that Mark Wahlberg and his wife were our neighbors and we had dance parties in our living room and drank wine from Solo cups. I remember being confused as to why they lived in a regular neighborhood, or why it didn’t seem to make anyone awkward that I had Marky’s Calvin ads up in the living room.
I’ll only tell you what matters. And, the truth is, everything matters.
Don’t forget to breathe deep from your gut and attempt to see every day as the ultimate last one. Live in it like it’s your last interactions, last experiences, your last time in the sun, and tomorrow comes.