Hello, my name is ees Lebkuchen Spice, and I vant to show you my coooooookies.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason. And maybe I've gotten it backward, maybe it's just because I need a reason that I find myself falling in love with her. But I don't think that's it. I think I would have continued along, oblivious, if I hadn't happened to meet her.

There is something so intimate about saying the truth out loud. There is something so intimate about hearing the truth said. There is something so intimate about sharing the truth, even if you are not entirely sure what it means.

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.