i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

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.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

Then I go in the den and turn on Law & Order, since the only thing i can really count on in life is that whenever I turn on the TV, there will be a Law & Order episode.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

that's it - hundreds of texts and conversations, thousands upon thousands of words spoken and sent, all boiled down into a single line. is that what relationships become?