This knowledge sits in my heart, heavy as a paperweight.

...there's not enough ink and paper to say all I wanted.

Siblings that say they never fight are most definitely hiding something

How wrong to think I was anyone else, like thinking grass stains make you a beautiful view, like getting kissed makes you kissable, like feeling warm makes you coffee, like liking movies makes you a director. How utterly incorrect to think it any other way, a box of crap is treasures, a boy smiling means it, a gentle moment is a life improved.

I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope.

Lately it has become more and more difficult to attend dinner parties without the evening ending in gunfire or tapioca.

Chestnuts in stuffing tastes like someone chewed up a tree branch and then French-kissed it into your mouth.