Our Numbered Days

You will never be more wrong than the first time you say "I love you." You will mean it, sure, but you'll still be lying.

Things that I Hope Are True about Heaven That the radio always plays what would have been your favourite songs. That there's always coffee if you want it. That you're there. That it's real.

When you're dumb enough for long enough, you're gonna meet someone too smart to love you, and they're gonna love you anyway, and its gonna go so poorly.

but it would be nice to say It’s raining only on my head rather than I have a chemical imbalance in my brain or I just remembered that someone I love will die before I do.

...and I am sitting in this park watching an old couple almost cry together, and I want this to be the most important thing I do all year.

This is what it's like to say goodnight and mean goodbye.

whatever you are feeling right now, there is a mathematical certainty that someone is feeling that exact thing. This is not to say you aren’t special. This is to say thank god you aren’t special.

I am not saying you will find the meaning of life in other people. I am saying that other people are the life to which you provide the meaning.

Now I just think about who else is kissing her. I can't breathe because he only kisses her once. He doesn't care if its perfect.

I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, but maybe you should listen to your feet when they tell you to run the fuck away. Maybe you should get out of here, then get out some more.

I will whisper your name From the cracks in the canyon rocks And you will know that this is heaven, Knowing that someone will always remember Your irises and where you hid your love Letters and why you could never speak In anything but short sentences.

I have been wondering, mostly, if love and sanity are the same thing. When I say I am in love I am also saying the world makes sense to me right now

Depression wasn’t an endless grey sky, it was no sky at all. I’ve got to go somewhere. I’ve got to go. It

You will remind yourself, she will remind you, you will remind each other, that this is for the best, that you are physically incapable of loving one another,

I will have fun like my life depends on it cause it does.

I wanna thank you for making all the love songs mean something again

I can pinpoint the session that brought me back to the world. That session cost $75. $75 is two weeks of groceries. It's a month of bus fare. It's not even a school years worth of new shoes. It took weeks of $75 to get to the one saved my life. We both had parents that believed us when we said we weren't OK, but mine could afford to do something about it. I wonder how many kids like Joey wanted to die and were unlucky enough to actually pull it off. How many of those kids have someone who cared about them but also had to pay rent? I'm so lucky that right now i'm not describing Joey's funeral.

I think that the genes for being an artist and mentally ill aren’t just related, they are the same gene, but try telling that to a bill collector. We

You no longer think of suicide as a house you will build one day.

Hope is a thing I drag out of storage when I am done thinking; hope answers my phone; hope breaks my furniture and helps me rebuild before the next party; hope turns into more hope unless it does not in which case it turns into more or less less than what I had hoped for; hope sinks; hope drinks with me and against me; hope is my ride home; hope is asleep, I'm asleep, dear god, I can't stop sleeping.

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

god bless the shape your head leaves in my pillow; god bless your insatiable hair; god bless you, though the hour is late, for you have come to me at last.

I am just carbon and bad timing

since I’m still here, I have to act as though I meant to be here. Once it snowed, and it wasn’t that I felt great, because I felt awful, but awful is better than nothing. Depression wasn’t an endless grey sky, it was no sky at all. I’ve got to go somewhere. I’ve

I wanna go away until I'm gone. It takes so much less energy to not exist than it does to exist and get burned.

She imagines me full of dead things, re-consuming that which I am trying to grow out of.

I am not helping because I have already assumed so much, and I would rather let her suffer than be wrong.

Maybe things happen for a reason but that reason is stupid... I am a flat tire and you are a pothole full of lug nuts. I am a pile of bricks and you are holding a sledgehammer, which is to say I would not exist without you.