You were who you thought you were.

The floors are falling out from everybody I know.

Last night my dad found me bawling on the floor of our laundry room.

Weeks, maybe months of bullshit building up in my head.

I don't even know how long we were talking; I lost any measurement of time after I finished folding clothes.

I would be absolutely nowhere without my dad.

There's an ancient pull.

It's the little differences.

I'll drown my beliefs to have your babies.

It's the kind of love where I can't describe a single thing because no matter what I say or how big I smile when I talk about it, it seems far too trite.

He deserves everything I'm capable of giving.

damn your ankles and eyes wide

Today is another one of those days.

One of these nights I'll finally get a decent night's worth of rest.

And that's why you can't sleep without forgetting.

My old friends-- it was so different then.

I think that about photos of other people.

It's also the reason I try to have an annual picture with each of my parents and my brother.