Nonplusultra.

“Honestly, sleeping next to someone is the nicest thing. like when you half wake up at 3am and squeeze them or they move in tighter to you.”

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom…

I’ll kiss you softly to wash away your pain, and then hard enough to make you forget everything but my name.

My soul and yours are the same, You appear in me, I in you, We hide in each other.

One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story—not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.

The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.

It’s rare to meet someone with a mind just as beautiful as their face.

I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.