If I had known you would show up at my door one day, I’d have done everything differently. Everything.
Maybe the grand gestures don’t matter nearly as much as all the inconsequential things between the two main characters.
I’m scared I’ll never stop comparing my life without him to how my life was when I was with him.
I press my lips to hers with such delicacy; I want her to feel everything she’s ever deserved to feel at the hands of someone else. She deserves to feel beautiful. She deserves to feel important. She deserves to feel cared for. She deserves to feel respected. She deserves to feel like there’s at least one other person in this world who accepts her for exactly who she is.
Worries flow from her lips like the random words that flow from her fingertips. I reach out and try to catch them, clenching them in my fists, wanting nothing more than to catch them all.
Love shouldn’t feel like added weight. It should make you feel as light as air. Asa.
He takes a step closer to me and it suddenly feels like I’ve swallowed his heart because I have all these extra beats in my chest.
Out of all the places we could be, we’re right here. At the same time.
Jesus Christ is dressed to reflect the appropriate holiday. Which is why the eight-foot-tall statue of Jesus Christ is currently covered in a white bedsheet. He’s dressed as a ghost.
Some families are lucky enough to never experience a single tragedy. But then there are those families that seem to have tragedies waiting on the back burner. What can go wrong, goes wrong. And then gets worse.
You can’t hum while holding your nose closed.
I didn’t think you needed rescuing. I just sometimes find it difficult to control my indignation in the presence of absurdity.
I rarely feel that any of my paintings ever make it to a finishing point. There’s always something else I want to add to them, like a few more brushstrokes or another color. But there comes a point with every painting when I just have to stop and accept it for what it is.
I’d rather trust the versions of ourselves we don’t remember than trust people who don’t know us at all.
Yet here he is, holding me as I cry, simply because it hurts him to see me cry.
Falling in love may not be a conscious decision, but removing yourself from the situation before it happens is.
Never never, Charlie,” I whisper.
I want you to be my first and last.
This is why I choose not to have real-life girlfriends. I can’t even pretend without starting a fight.
I can still feel the wounds your tears left in my chest every time I breathe.