My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

...he hopes that maybe it'll make people a little less scared of two boys kissing than they were before, and a little more welcoming to the idea that all people are, in fact, born equal, no matter who they kiss or screw, no matter what dreams they have or love they give.

placid, adj. Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.

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.

And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.