Listen, Tate. I want your mess. I want your clothes on my bedroom floor. I want your toothbrush in my bathroom. I want your shoes in my closet. I want your mediocre leftovers in my fridge.
Selflessness. It should be the basis of every relationship. If a person truly cares about you, they’ll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel.
In reality, people are who they are and they’ll never really change.
God gives us the ugliness so we don’t take the beautiful things in life for granted.
Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world.
When I published my first novel, Slammed, I included lyrics at the beginning of each chapter from one of my favorite bands, The Avett Brothers. The overwhelmingly positive response from readers to those lyrics really surprised me.
It’s not a confession if no one reads it. It’s just an unshared secret.
Every day of my life it feels as if I’m fighting my way up an escalator that only goes down. And no matter how fast or how hard I run to try to reach the top, I stay in the same place, sprinting, getting nowhere.
I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.
You don’t deserve words, Sky. You deserve actions.
Not everyone gets a happily every after. Life is real and sometimes it’s ugly and you just have to learn how to cope.
Understanding a situation doesn’t always make it easier.
Find a balance between head and heart.
I want to be your soulmate, even if I don’t believe in them.
I’m the only one that can be held accountable for the way my life turns out.
Laugh a lot. Never go a day without laughing at least once.
The weight of lies will bring you down, follow you to every town ’cause nothing happens here that doesn’t happen there.
Keep an open mind; it’s the only way new things can get in.
Love and hate, despite their polar opposites, are both feelings that are induced by passion. I can handle that. It’s the indifference I don’t know how to process.
Hearts get infiltrated. Promises get broken. Rules get shattered. Love gets ugly.
Choose your battles, but don’t choose very many.