But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

Siblings that say they never fight are most definitely hiding something

I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn’t point to.

It is always tedious when someone tells you that if you don't stop crying, they will give you something to cry about, because if you are crying then you already have something to cry about, and so there is no reason for them to give you anything additional to cry about, thank you very much.

Every time you enter a library you might say to yourself, "The world is quiet here," as a sort of pledge proclaiming reading to be the greater good.

I want to love you and take you pretty places. Yes, I have things wrong, but also I can walk through walls if you'll let me show you.

Every last souvenir of the love we had, the prizes & the debris of this relationship, like the glitter in the gutter when the parade has passed, all the everything & whatnot kicked to the curb.