"Very few things symbolize Camp Marymount quite as well as a rainstorm. There is no way to stay dry, no way to hold yourself back. Everything is a bright, vivid, intense flood, honest and soaked to the bone. It pours over everything until all of the layers are drenched."

In the heat where you lay
I could stay right here and burn in it all day
waking up, beside you I'm a loaded gun
I can't contain this anymore
I'm all yours, I've got no control

our lives are a hundred years long
filled with quiet nights, lonely hearts, and 'if only's
filled also with roads and shouts and "you are the best friends I've ever had"
too, we too are not alone, and our lives
are a hundred years long.

"history might not repeat itself, but it rhymes."

ideas about appearance do not lead to growth
ideas about growth lead to growth

I am Johning
and Sherlocking
and Darcying
and Elizabething
you
all at once

"But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!"

I know that there's a limit to everything.

it's just your mother and your father getting into your head,
I think you've never been more beautiful

I've never been one for halfway
never been one to lie
it's always been all or nothing
for me, every day is live or die
and it seems that even on mornings when I can't breathe
I can't, for the life of me, spell "occasionally".

“A thing may be too sad to be believed or too wicked to be believed or too good to be believed; but it cannot be too absurd to be believed in this planet of frogs and elephants, of crocodiles and cuttle-fish.”

that's the joy of being a Catholic
knowing that whatever happens in the world
whatever doubts and heartbreaks and busyness
and confusion and loss and joys, even

that what the angels sing with you,
and the sacrifice of the Mass, and God
there, sitting on the table-
is more important than anything else.

That it's all you need.
That we will say Mass until the sky falls
and then we will say Mass in heaven.
That it's the most important thing we can ever,
and will ever, do. It means everything.
And we are nothing without it.

when it's through, it's through
fate will twist the both of you

history is in the eyes of people that have touched your heart

it's not about how you're viewed, it's about what you do.

"All will be well. All will be well. All manner of things will be exceedingly well.”

if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.
if it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?

"Only you have ever understood me… And you got it wrong."

shake it off, and step above.

let he who is without sin cast the first stone

I think it's funny
I'm in love with you
You're so different from me
And yet far too much alike.
The divine comedy allows
for none of this foolishness
could you be in love with me?
when I am so different
And yet far too alike
for God's humor?

They say opposites attract
But who is they?
Who gives them that right?
Maybe I am your opposite. Maybe
we're so alike that it is
almost paradoxical.
Maybe I'm done listening to 'them'
They don't know us.
The way your hair falls
Or the way it feels between my fingers
when I am busy
Making you feel safe.

They weren't there when I
carried you around
And you nuzzled your head in my neck
And you looked at me like there's no one you'd rather look at.
They weren't there when I realized I loved you.

If they can **** us to hell
then hell won't be hell if I'm there with you.

time makes you bolder
children get older
I'm getting older too.

I want to ask someone for relationship advice
but the only person who's been there for everything between us (aside from me) is you.
and I can't ask YOU for relationship advice
about OUR relationship.
why, that would be ridiculous!
and there's no one I really trust to ask
so I guess I'll talk to myself about you.
just like I always do.

You are free, even when others think they hold you back,
even when others believe they have power over you, when
they think their snares have caught another one, you are free.
you are a bird, a butterfly, that can fly away at a moment's notice
dissolve the spiderweb and melt the cage, you are free
because your soul can never be restrained by anything living or dead that stands on this planet or in this universe. You are free.

I asked Him how I could be worthy to sit there and look Him in the face
and He told me "I know you're not perfect. That's why I came down to you."

so this is what they all talk about.

God calls us to greater and deeper and farther
more pain, more love, more sacrifice, more loss
there's always more waiting. Always more life to live.

this time last year, the world fell around me
everybody's lives in shambles and rubble and
me, standing alone on a precipice, fine and unscathed
because someone was holding me up.
this year, God's holding me up. the world is still falling
but I don't depend on you anymore
I've found my own way, found my own way to stand.
Thank God for that. Thank you, thank you, thank you God.

you're so vain
you probably think this song is about you

girls love girls and boys
and love is not a choice

I am completely and utterly blown away

pointless words
written with creative line breaks
all serving to create a concept of ownership
hell, to create the concept of a concept
it means nothing
and everything
because of you.

I care that you're excited and I care when you're thoughtful
and I care when you're sad and lost, I care when you feel unloved
and I am so, so sorry that I told you I don't care
because what I didn't care about was the temperature in a town
I've never been to- what I do care about is you.
and whether or not you're happy, here and now and in this room.
I'm happy that you're happy and I'm sad that you're sad
and I'm ever so sorry. I love you. I love Steamboat as much as I can.

it's not my right to be afraid and to be angry and to get upset
and yet, here I am, but God knows I'll keep it to myself
keep smiling, bounce off the walls a bit- you'll never know anything is different.

it it's disturbing to some people that I have more than one dimension,
it's more disturbing to me that I've been held together with nothing wrong, nothing changing for so long. There must be something wrong when you are numb.

"I am a kettle constantly whistling."

I see what it's like.
I see what it's like for day and night
never together,
'cause they see things in a different light,
like us. They never tried like us.

"Don't say, "That's the way I am- it's my character." It's your lack of character. Be a man!"

If I'm lightning in a bottle,
then you're my bottle.

if law is written by man then the law cannot take away a man's right to write the law
or a man's right to be a man- if the law is constrained by man then
the law has no control over fundamental humanity, those rights to life, liberty,
and self-authority. if the law is written by man then the law cannot cause a man
to forfeit these rights, because these rights do not belong to the law, but to the man
and if a man does not have these rights then the law is invalid and means nothing
if a man is not a man, if humanity has no value, then from whence does the law arise?
Why does the law mean anything at all if humanity is nothing?

my breath has been taken
and not returned

don't know why, but sometimes I just can't help myself

no one mediocre ever did anything with their life
by definition, to stand out and be successful
one must do something to the extreme, and allow
yourself to be intense. Silence and being who you're
told to be forces you to become no one at all.

I don't know how, why, or in what I have faith
but I do, and it is for this reason that the thread I cling to
may not break, but still burns my hands
because it is a rope, tied around my wrists
holding me up with the security of knowing
that I won't fall, but I can't get down either.

"Out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there."

“You want to write something that can feel like a memory, that, five or ten years from now, the reader might wonder if this was something they lived or something they read.”
Yes, but we also want to write so that something can feel like a memory, that now, we can look back and pretend it was five or ten years from now and wonder if you ever really lived it or if it was just something you read.

if the law can take away my humanity, then the law has no right to take anything from me.

and now for something completely different.

He who is brave is free.

no matter how much I try to embrace it and call it my own
I'm still afraid of the dark.