This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther.
I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.
When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.
Part of love is letting a person be who they want to be.
My mother said I should have a ‘change of scenery.’ The word scenery made be think of a play. And as we were driving around, it made sense that way. Because no matter how much the scenery changed, we were still on the same stage.
You know, I’d get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.
Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.
You don’t know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can’t know every me, and I can’t know every you.
He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.
His books are kept on freestanding shelves hung at different angles on a sea-green wall. They defy gravity, as good books should.
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 have become very good at clearing histories.
When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways.
I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn’t even matter if it’s true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.
The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it’s the temperature of happiness.
I’ve found that people tend to trust other people who dress like them.
I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you.
Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.
If other people see you differently, you’ll end up seeing them differently, too.
I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.