You dance inside my chest where no one sees you, but sometimes I see you.– Aaron Weiss, mewithoutYou (via noslowsongs)
I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about...