Raymond Holt, Brooklyn Nine-Nine —
Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place.
Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Your heart can hold everything.
Including the world — its darkness and its light.
Including your story, including my story — including the story of all of us…
If you think about it properly, there's nothing real anywhere. There's only the choice with which you fill emptiness
History is still being written
F-150 pickup truck love. Denim hugging on your thighs love. Azalea love. Doctor’s parking lot love. Kissing on your belly and all around your red hair love. Too bad that didn’t actually happen. Because that’s something you could write a country song about.
this place makes me the kind of exhausted that has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the people around me
When a measure becomes a target, it ceases to be a good measure.
Sometimes to love someone, you got to be a stranger.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.