onehundredtwentyfour.

It’s come down to this. The lighthouses have guided our hearts directly to the tranquility of the shore. We have weathered this dreadful storm, and soon enough, the sunlight will be ours to keep. You continuously told me you would go down with this colossal ship. Did you really mean it? Maybe those words will just melt into another ocean of our sacred mysteries. Maybe I will never know. Maybe I wasn’t meant to. It doesn’t matter; I don’t need to figure them out. I have you here with me, right now, that’s all that needs to make sense.

“Basically it would just be neat to be in a relationship with someone who is as intensely crazy as I am. Who just becomes enamored with people. And the tiny details. I swoon over people in the most ridiculous way. I like all of the tiny details of people. When I am an ass over someone, I want to go back in time and punch people in the face for them. I want to run out to the store and get them ice cream at four in the morning because they can’t go to sleep and they feel like something rich. And when I get back to your place with a half gallon of ice cream and your ass is passed out with your mouth open, catching flies, I want to cover you up with blankets and make sure you have enough pillows. I’ll throw that ice cream in your freezer and go to sleep. I want you to tell me a story. I want to make this list of why I think you’re a neat human being.” - Jenni Crowley’s thoughts on love