A native tongue, in my opinion, isn't the language spoken where you were born or the first language you learned; it's a language that makes you feel at home. It's a language that you don't command, bu...
The thing with thoughts is that they die, like everything else. But almost everything else leaves a trace behind, even if it's a tiny carcass, some proof that it existed. Unless thoughts are spoken or...
To be sorry you hurt me is not enough for me to forgive you.
The sun kept dipping down into the ocean and the lights came on at the harbor, casting sudden shadows on the ground, illuminating the faces that were just a second ago silhouettes. The sky was golden...
No point in living a life less ordinary if you don't know what the other side looks like.
She wanted to reach up to the night and dig her fingers into it, beg it to stay just a little bit longer.
I hate technology. It provides so many different channels of loneliness. Every time you check your email and don’t see a new message, you know that, even though people have the ability to contact you...
I'm a pretty forgetful guy, but everything she says, I remember. I remember what colour her hair ribbon was when we met on the first day of fifth grade. I remember that she loves orchids because they...
Human beings are more or less formulas. Pun intended. We are not any one thing that is mathematically provable. We are more or less than we are anything. We are more or less kind, or more or less not....
I'm usually a bit awkward in houses that I haven't been to before, so it's a way to not look weird. If I find something I've read before it automatically makes me more comfortable.
I keep expecting to bump into you two on the road, but maybe the universe isn’t yet ready to handle you and me side by side again.
All the recognizable cliques came by, and so did those un-groupable stragglers who were known by their little circles of two or three.
What if she was supposed to be a painter, but no one ever gave her a brush?
People go entire lives without figuring out exactly what they want from life. You already have it, and the future you and your dad have planned out for you in going to take it away from you.
As long as we don't get turned into something that looks more like high school, more like everybody else and less like us, I'll be okay.
How do text messages make you feel existential?I start thinking about exactly that: how people can edit a thought before sending it out to the world. They can make themselves seem more well spoken tha...
Funny, how it took a little bit of pain to remember that certain parts of yourself were alive.
No sky Leila had seen before could compare to the beauty she was seeing above her. It didn't feel like some accident of nature but rather something that was purposefully unleashed on the world.
Then that's what the Northern Lights are. All the lives that we're not living.
Panic strikes me when I think about a sentence that isn’t given the chance to live because I don’t have a pen in my hand or am not sitting near enough to someone familiar to speak it to. Especially if...
