There’s something completely unnerving about seeing your parents upset. I suppose it’s because they’re supposed to be the strong ones, but that’s not just it. Ever since people are kids they use their parents as some sort of measurement for how bad a situation is. When you fall on the ground really hard and you can’t figure out whether it hurts or not you look to your parents. If they look worried and rush toward you, you cry. If they laugh and smack the ground saying “Bold ground,” then you pick yourself up and get on with it.

If miracles had chemical equations then everyone would believe.

I guess when you’re trying to find all the parts of yourself, it’s difficult to be with someone who’s already fully intact.

When you're on your own, you look for signs. Sometimes you make them up, sometimes they're actually there, but most of the time you can't tell the difference from the two.

Life has a way of getting what it wants when it really knows what it wants.

sometimes we have absolutely no idea where we are, we need the smallest clue to show us where to begin.

This love thing awakened a group of slumbering senses in my body that I never even knew existed.