I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
And in the end we’re all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires.
Maybe a relationship is just two idiots who don’t know a damn thing except the fact that they’re willing to figure it out together.