Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

I want to talk to you and be random with you and be ridiculous with you.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

I immediately suspected there was much more to it than was being said.

the world loves stupid labels. i wish we got to choose our own.