What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears

seven wonders of the world and I have to ask for an eighth fill a bottle with some prayers and spend them on hope create an easy route just so I can complicate send my heart down that slippery slope

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?

Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.

Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.

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

They defy gravity, as good books should.