Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.
What’s the point of living if you’re going to hate the world? Guard your heart if you have to, but don’t shut it away.
I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.
mom:are you gay?
me:bitch i might be