In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals.

Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

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

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.