Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Christmas and the others can end up making you sad, because you know you should be happy. But on Halloween you get to become anything that you want to be
And i still don't know how to make sense of the world. but maybe it's okay that it's bigger than what we can hold on to.
I know that "what´s up" is just something people say, but it´s a very hard thing to say anything back to.
All of a sudden we were out of the lot and on the highway next to the mountains, flying. I put my hand out the window, and then I put my head out. I felt my hair blow behind me and the air rush into m...
But you said you love me. You don’t just leave after that.
Because of love, of course. The more you love something, the harder it is to lose.
Words aren't good enough for a lot of things, but we have to try.
No guilt or anger or longing changes that.
Christmas and the others can end up making you sad, because you know you should be happy.
We are each weird in a different way.
I´m one of those regular weird people.
I don´t want to be a ghost or a stupid sexy cat. I want to be something that I really want to be.
The art of losing isn't hard to master. I,ve done it
Why are some things harder to lose than others? because of love, of course. The more you love something the harder it is to lose.
Because I think that by beauty, you don't just mean something that's pretty. You mean something that makes us human.
When parents talk about their pasts, the stories start to stick in your head. But the memories that you inherit look different from the now-world, and different from your own memories, too. Like they...
I have found that sometimes, moments get stuck in your body. They are there, lodged under your skin like hard seed-stones of wonder or sadness or fear, everything else growing up around them. And if y...
I think that I've been trying for a long time to feel like I am supposed to, instead of what I actually am.
What’s left of what your body was —once the girl with bare shoulder blades , giggling, once the girl galloping an imaginary horse, once the girl sleeping in her sequined red dress— was now ash in a ja...
I guess somethings turned out too sad even to be explained with a bases-loaded strikeout.
