stanchion, n. I don't want to be the strong one, but I don't want to be the weak one either. Why does it feel like it's always one or the other? When we embrace, one of us is always holding the other a little tighter.

I don’t want to throw everything away for something uncertain.

everyone in our school has afterschool activities. mine is going home.

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

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

What a strange phrase — –not seeing other people. As if it’s been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.