How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

No funny stuff in here tonight, you understand?” Dash said, “I assure you I could not contemplate any of your so-called funny stuff seeing as how I have no idea why I’m even here.” Mark scoffed. “You bookish little pervert.” “Thank you, sir!” Dash said brightly.

Deep down, you see, I long to be arcane, esoteric. I would love to confound people with their own language.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.