...waking through the front door of my own love story.

If a boy gives a girl an orange, her love for him will multiply

This is what I want: I want to grab my brother's hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.

And I know [other] faces aren't this colorful, this vivid, this lived-in, this superbly off-site, this brimming with dark unpredictable music. NOT THAT I EFFING NOTICE... For the record, breathing is overrated.