We are so used to releasing words, we don't know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.

Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.

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.

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

I'm always standing on the edge of something bad.