Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.

Despite the fact that he no longer dressed like the big dork he did then, despite the fact that he’d swapped the nerd wear for some much cooler clothes, despite the fact that he’d let his hair go all shaggy and loose to the point where it curved down into his face in that cool guy, slightly windswept, effortless way, despite the fact that every time I looked into his brilliant blue eyes I was totally reminded of the Zac Efron poster that used to hang on my old bedroom wall, it still didn’t make it okay for him to laugh at me the way he did.

What a tangle love is.

Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.

One more sign of how perfect Damen is—he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.

Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.