She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.
.Last night, I got up the courage to ask you if you regretted us. There are things I miss, you said. But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.
It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.
If smart people are parodying it, that's a sure sign that some less smart people are believing it.
I think one of the highest compliments you can give a person is that when you are talking to him, you are not thinking about the fact that you are talking to him. That is, your thoughts and words all...
I will admit there's a certain degree of giving a fuck that goes into not giving a fuck. by saying you don't care if the world falls apart, in some small way you're saying you want it to stay together...
There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.
That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.
I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.
I find myself thinking back to something I saw on the local news about a year ago. A teen football player had died in a car accident. The cameras showed all his friends after the funeral—these big hul...
(Kindness) is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen."-David Levithan (Every Day)
Tiny: but there is the word, this word phil wrayson taught me once: weltschmerz. it's the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be. i live...
There was a time before youbut I can't remember it nowa time before your beauty and Iwere formally introducedI'm sure I lived without youbut I don't remember howcan't imagine living withoutthese feeli...
You never let things go unanswered for too long. Emails. Phone calls. Questions. As if you know the waiting is the hardest part for me.
You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?...'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what e...
Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.
There is always something new to learn about the person you love.
Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.
Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.
Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah