happy lays

There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything.

Change is messy & unruly. Two steps forward/five somersaults back. Like speaking a foreign language when all you want is to blurt everything out in your native tongue. We’ll get to the other shore, I think, but this right here is a note from the middle, the messy middle. If you’re in the messy middle, too, you’re not alone.

I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

You can’t just sit there and put everyone’s life ahead of yours and think that counts as love.