All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.

I thought you hung the moon.

He's become the one the songs are about, and while part of me knows he's probably worth that, another part is yelling at me to slow the fuck down.

All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Some people think that being in love or infatuated is a modern invention that appears only in novels. Be that as it may, it nevertheless exists, the invention, the word, and our capacity for such a feeling.