Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.

I am so used to hints and mixed messages, saying things that might mean what they sort of sound like they mean. Games and contests, roles and rituals, talking in twelve languages at once so the true words won't be so obvious. I am not used to a plainspoken, honest truth.

You could be the leaf that never falls from the tree you could be the sun that never leaves the sky this might be the happy ending without the ending this might be a reason to try

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

Love me less, but love me for a long time

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

You are happy even if you are afraid to admit it.