Love Weaves Itself From Hundreds Of Threads.

Here's What Breaks Us: Even Though We Know Better, We Still Want Everything To Be All Right.

Yes, Time Can Be Buoyed By Wordlessness, But It Needs To Be Anchored In Words.

Jesus Died For Our Sins," Noah Says Solemnly. "what?!?" I Reply, Choking Back My Thoughts. "i Was Just Seeing If You Were Listening.

There Are Things I Miss," You Said. "but If I Didn't Have You, I'd Miss More.

Tiny: But There Is The Word, This Word Phil Wrayson Taught Me Once: Weltschmerz. It's The Depression You Feel When The World As It Is Does Not Line Up With The World As You Think It Should Be. I Live In A Big Goddamned Weltzschermz Ocean, You Know? And So Do You.