thebestthingattheparty

“Is there anything I can do for you? Is there something you need? Name it. It's yours. If I have it, it's yours.”

“I love you with what in me is unfinished. I love you with what in me is still changing.”

“I could paint you black and white

and you’d still be golden and blue.”

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

"The great Augustus, Rome's first true great emperor. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he was concerned, would be in ruins. It's one of the quietest, loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over the centuries. It feels like a precious wound, a heartbreak you won't let go of because it hurts too good; But ruin in good. Ruin is the road to transformation."

“Go back to bed, said this omniscient interior voice, because you don't need to know the final answer right now, at three o'clock in the morning on a Thursday in November. Go back to bed, because I love you. Go back to bed, because the only thing you need to do for now is get some rest and take good care of yourself until you do know the answer. Go back to bed so that, when the tempest comes, you'll be strong enough to deal with it. And the tempest is coming, dear one. Very soon. But not tonight. Therefore: Go back to bed, Liz.

[..] the point is, when this phase passes, and winter turns to autumn and we’re no longer who we used to be- i hope there’s a part of you, a part of me, a part of us in history that you want to return to. i hope there’s still a small part of me left that you might want to come back to.

there are places i’ve been, leaves i’ve watched changing colours and falling from trees, people i’ve met and left, and most of them were who i’d been last December; things i still remember, grieve and miss, oh, so dearly…

If I follow you to the river,

Send my blues out to the sea,

Will you stay with me forever?

Will you chase me in my dreams?

I’m an echo in your shadow

And your shadows, they run so deep

In the river, your reflection

Is a promise you couldn’t keep.