Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.
Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.
Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah
If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.
I'm not a very happy person, I told him.But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.
.I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't ever realize you're on the floor.
Some people think mental illness is a matter of mood, a matter of personality. They think depression is simply a form of being sad, that OCD is a form of being uptight. They think the soul is sick, no...
Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.
If other people see you differently, you’ll end up seeing them differently, too.
I have never wanted a lover. In order to have a lover, I must go back to the root of the word. For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.
It's true, look at Erik Johnson on the dance floor. Seriously-look at him. Six feet tall, one hundred eighty pounds, all of which can be converted by the right clothes and the right song into a mass o...
It's b******* to think of friendship and romance being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variatons of the same desire to be close.
It's the belief, not the words, that mean everything. it's the floating.
There are many things that can keep you in a relationship, I say. Fear of being alone. Fear of disrupting the arrangement of your life. A decision to settle for something that's okay, because you don'...
The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.
Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it’s a game, I know I’m going to lose.
It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.
I want my own books to have their own shelves, you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.
You are happy even if you are afraid to admit it.
Singing in the rain. I'm singing in the rain. And it's such a fucking glorious feeling. An unexpected downpour and I am just giving myself into it. Because what the fuck else can you do? Run for cover...