Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.
hubris, n. Every time I call you mine, I feel like I'm forcing it, as if saying it can make it so. As if I'm reminding you, and reminding the universe: mine. As if that one word from me could have that kind of power.
Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it's so fleeting
Long live protest songs, in whatever form they take.
What I really want, and what I never get - is to be appreciated.
You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.