Sometimes you’re here but you’re gone. Too many times you are present but you’re not. I know you’ve been hanging off the limbs of a clock trying to go back to the way things used to be. I know you can’t let go. But I can’t keep having conversations with ghosts.
you know what’s weird? looking at old pictures and realizing how drastically things change. I mean like, in one moment you may think that you’re spending the rest of your life with someone, flash forward a couple photo albums later and you’re starting a life with someone new.
how do the people or things that mean so much to us, mean the world to us, come to mean absolutely nothing at all?
I haven’t the faintest of ideas.
my most difficult break ups have been with women
the day you find a good friend
is a very important day
& the day you realize you were wrong about them
teaches a very important lesson