if you’re ever lucky enough to have dreams about someone, and wake up right next to them, then you’ll know how i’ve felt the past week or so. with you i don’t have to be anybody. my name is just “yours.”
i am stuck in a song. we are just sharks and butterflies. vicious and fragile. my neck isn’t the same without you gnawing at it.
—  ryan ross; thursday, december 22 2005