I look at him like he’s the north to my south, the east to my west. I look at him like he’s the song to my silence. I look at him like he’s the constellation to my night sky. He is. He’s all those thi...
I feel guilty for being an asshole to her, yet I have no reason whatsoever to be nice to her for even a second. That’s the thing about being the guy who was always nice to the girl. Even when a good d...
His being here tonight proved wrong everything I’ve lived thinking since I left.
Good things have to fall apart sometimes, if only to make way for the even better things to fall together.
Because me and Conner? We don’t matter. We’re not important. Only Mila is.
It weren’t for all the exercise, I’d have the best damn job this side of the state line.
Tonight has been the craziest, most insane night of perhaps my entire life—except the one I was born. I imagine that’s insane, coming out of a vagina and all that.
That’s it, guys, I muttered, picking up one of the—undeniably pretty shoes—and looking at it. That’s how we battle sexism. We don’t prove them wrong, we show up looking pretty and smile.
Strength comes from giving yourself to another. It comes from deep in your heart, the very thing you share with that other person. It comes from knowing that fear isn’t an option where a future is so...
Love is how the other person likes their coffee on a morning. How long they put their toast in the toaster for. How they like their throw pillows on the sofa to be arranged. How hot they have their sh...