You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn’t the same as being in love.
Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it’s as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny.
I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.
All night long if you want. We’ll tell our secrets to the dark.
I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head – the comfort that would’ve brought.
Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.
Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you’ve built yourself a different one.
And that’s just it, isn’t it? That’s how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.
It’s quiet now. So quiet that I can almost hear other people’s dreams.
We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I’ve had in my life has been wrong.
Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that’s the beauty of it, too.
In the lead-up to the launch of my new book I Was Here, I’ve seen a lot of discussion about depression and suicide and mental health and YA dealing with such intense matters. What I haven’t seen discussed is kittens.
You were so busy trying to be my savior that you left me all alone.
But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I’ll get through today.
All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.
Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?
The music is the void. And you’re the reason why.
What would you do if you had to choose?
I’m not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I’m not sure that I want to wake up.
I don’t really care. I shouldn’t have to care. I shouldn’t have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.