when you meet someone and he becomes your brother, and you create stuff together that is possible greater than your individual parts, you’ll go down the road a little farther with that person than you should because you love him.
—excerpt from riders on the storm. an autobiography by john densmore of the doors.
she’d been home a few times, holidays mainly, but never knocked on my front door. in almost two years since she first left, we never spoke. sometimes, i wished i’d never said anything. other times, i hoped i’d said it differently. almost always i reached the conclusion that whatever i did, it wouldn’t have been enough. but I waited anyway.
—excerpt from moments in a box. by ben rohrbach. chapter 20. (via onemansjunk)