me: just don't ask about his forty-three ex-boyfriends, okay? or ask him about why he's carrying around an axe. mom:... me: i'm kidding about the axe part.

And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.

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

Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it’s a game, I know I’m going to lose.

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

I want love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.