Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.
I should have told You before talking in terms of Forever that any given day wears me out and works me sour, that there are nights when the sky is so clear I stand obnoxious underneath it begging for the stars to shoot at me just so I can feel at Home.
I would fall in love with you if you would beat these people out of me.
Love makes no mistakes.
I don't care to be good, Sheriff. I care to be whole.
You can call me an angry ghost when I'm gone, or laugh into my disposition. But my mom will still see me as her wide-eyed wanderer out behind the garage inventing ways to fend off dog attacks that will probably never happen.