It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason.

I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

That's the question, isn't it?" you said one night. "Does death bring freedom, or is it the end of freedom?

underneath all that denial, you're someone who's deeply, deeply nice.

Part of growing up is making sure your sense of reality isn't entirely grounded in your own mind.

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.