everything worth keeping

No matter how old they get, people will just continue looking for a place the belong, right? And those who find it are very lucky, aren't they?

I don’t know where to put things, you know? I really do have love to give. I just don’t know where to put it.

I’ll tell you everything, and you tell me everything… and maybe we can get through all the piss and shit and lies that kill other people.

it’s a funny thing about coming home. looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. you realize what’s changed is you.

what novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?

this is the food i’m eating right now. i wonder what you’re eating.