The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.

Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.

My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.

I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

People stay together and stay true only as long as they both want to. And all the promises in the world don’t change the length of time. Nothing comes with a guarantee.

I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.