Answerless questions can destroy you. Move on.

With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

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

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

I have taken advantage of other people's weaknesses in order to cover my own.