We do not fall in love. Rather, we succumb to love—despite humanity’s collective recognition of its unparalleled aptitude for destruction—because it introduces itself to us by igniting our blood and shaking our spirits to the core. So I say let the cynics have their grainy skepticism—and to the hopeless goes the purple-blue hatred—as long as we can keep our rose-colored glasses half full.
To write is to make a conscious attempt to both fill and empty the soul at the same time.
"The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing, and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day."
Robert DeNiro hitting it on the head about writers, at the 2014 Oscars (via backwithastory
My relationship with love is terribly neurotic. The beautifully messy, chaotic unendingness of it is wonderful beyond words and mind-numbingly frustrating. Each moment is passionate, whether it be deliriously, maddeningly, simply, exquisitely, or heart-breakingly so. I have become lost in the poetry of it—the marvelously rhythmic nature of it—to the extent that I blame it for the blissful psychosis that follows me into bed and prose and wakefulness alike.
It’s sunny in Michigan for the first time in what feels like a tiny ice age, so I’m loving life. How is everyone? I miss you guys.
"What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul."
"A healthy relationship is one where two independent people just make a deal that they will help make the other person the best version of themselves."
"I love you. Remember. They cannot take it"
"I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made."
"Remember happiness doesn’t depend on who you are or what you have, it depends solely on what you think."