Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

Pink is female - but why? Are girls any more pink than boys? Are boys any more blue than girls? It's something that has been sold to us, mostly so other things can be sold to us.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.