Hopelessly, Hopeless, I Hope So

“Home is not where you were born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.”

“I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”

“To love a handful of people very well, that’s a good life.”

“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”

“I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.”

What is your opinion on pigeons

“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”