There really is only one ending to any story. Human life ends in death. Until then, it keeps going and gets complicated and there’s loss. Everything involves loss; every relationship ends in one way or another.
the worst feeling in the world is to know you were used and lied to by someone you trusted
It’s 3am, and I’m tossing and turning with the thought of you on my mind. You’ve infested my brain like a swarm of insects. You float though the city that never sleeps like a ghost, and you’ve been haunting me for the past week. Please don’t promise me forever because love is like stars falling out of the sky and I will be left with nothing but a dark hole in my heart. I’m alone, but I’m not lonely, I just hate the sound of an empty room at 3:07am. I’m waiting for the familiar sound of a raging thunderstorm booming in late July, with the rain crying on my window. I want to sleep now and not hear the cars drive by and the doors slam, because I’m in a different city, and all those sounds remind me of you.
i am so so so so so so so so s o passionate about music it is honestly my very favorite thing on this entire earth it makes me so undeniably happy and excited how can you just not love it with your entire being
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.