Our friendship is made of bendy straws, long midnight letters, my so-called life marathons, sleepless sleepovers, diner milk shakes, apron strings, a belief in beauty, sucking helium, and the most trust I’ve ever felt for anyone, including myself.
If she were running through the rye, if she were headed towards the abyss, I would grab hold with every ounce of my strength, with every scared beat of my heart, with every thought that could only be for her. And if I were to be running the same way,...
and when he catches me off guard and says 'i love you' i catch him off guard and say 'i need your help.
There were so many other people in my life. I had spent all of my time listening, learning the longings we all have in common. I never took the time to hear them in myself and I heard them speaking to him. The desire for desire, that hope for hope, t...
The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.
How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them-you go on the bridge because you trust it will not fall the fingers will clasp because we trust them to.
The heart knows nothing except its own mind.
breath is not aware of its history; it is just breath. I wish I could be like that, or love could be like that.
Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.
teenagers are never joking. when seeking to prove a point, principals and teachers should remember that teenagers are never, ever sarcasic or ironic. if they say "I wish someone would drop a bomb on this school right now," that means they have arrang...
does it ever get easier? is there an end to these questions? do you have any answers? will you say them to me? can you stop this unraveling? will you bring me your closure? or am I the only one who sees anymore? who sees . . . who sees . . . who sees...
A Cue from Nature Run outside during a thunderstorm That downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration That’s what unlonely is like
loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more
When I turned to look at you, I was afraid to move again— the moment was just too beautiful to be lost.
you live each day one at a time you live every day all at once you live with the possibility of good-bye you move on.
the answer is to just let go the betrayal is to the past the cocoon dangles empty the desire outlasts the object the effort lingers the frustration is in how pointless the effort was the ghost does not make itself transparent the heart knows nothing ...
the sadness will ebb the trouble is the time it might take
If you’re not able to laugh inside a sex shop, then you probably shouldn’t be there. I mean, they don’t call it fooling around for nothing.
