She is my first and only love. Most people know that their first love will not be their only love. But for me, she is both.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

I’ve found that people tend to trust other people who dress like them.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.