The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

When you think back to your first kiss, your hair is perfect and she was wearing a cool outfit. We remember it with restraint and we remember it with style. We remember it as idealistically as you can think.

It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.

I don't want to be just another thing mary elizabeth is in charge of

Si escuchas la canción Asleep, y piensas en esos días en los que hace un clima precioso que te hace recordar cosas, y piensas en los ojos más hermosos que has visto jamás, y lloras, y esa persona te devuelve el abrazo, entonces creo que verás la fotografía.

I saw other people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. Little kids who looked tired. Fathers in nice coats who looked even more tired. Kids working behind counters of the food places who looked like they hadn't had the will to live for hours. The machines kept opening and closing. The people kept giving money and getting their change. And it all felt very unsettlingly to me.