I might have taken a little more time, I might have allowed myself a longer goodbye... soaking up every little detail until the memory was firmly lodged in my mind forever. But that’s not how it works is it? And maybe it’s better that way. Because some things are never meant to be anything more than a moment. And that was one of them.” -Cait.

I would like a dictionary though. A dictionary contains all the books ever written and all the books that will ever be written. That’s something isn’t it? The words aren’t in the right order, of course, but it’s still something.

Be conten with who you are and wish not change nor dread your last day nor look on to it.

I’m not sure what happened to me over the last few days. I lost myself, I think. I sank down into a hole for a while. They’re tricky things, holes. You don’t know you’re in one until you get out.

I didn’t want us to abnormal. I didn’t want all this chaos and underworld crap... but that’s where we’d come from. The choas was part of us. Part of what we were. And I was afraid if we lost it completely, we might lose part of ourselves...

We can’t always follow our hearts, no matter how good our intentions are. Sometimes, whether we like it or not, we just have to do whatever’s necessary to keep ourselves going.

In love and faith I just have to believe.

That’s what happens. You just get on with it. There are no endings.

But explanations don’t change anything, do they? They don’t make you feel any better. You either like something or you don’t, and if you don’t like it, then knowing why it happens doesn’t make any difference – it’s still going to happen and you’re still not going to like it, so what’s the point?

A dictionary contains all the books ever written, and all the books that will ever be written.