I can put my phone down beside my bed and pull my two layers of blankets up over my shoulders, rolling over until I face the wall becoming so content and ready for sleep. But as soon as my phone lights up and I know it’s you, I’ll take the chance of being restless just to see what you have to say. Because time spent on you is much more comforting.
"When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it."
"It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. That’s where your heart is"
"You know why I want you? I didn’t know I was lost until you found me. I didn’t know what alone was until the first night I spent without you in my bed. You’re the one thing I’ve got right. You’re what I’ve been waiting for, Pigeon."
"I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t."
"Draw a monster. Why is it a monster?"
"Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t."
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”