Jesus died for our sins," Noah says solemnly. "What?!?" I reply, choking back my thoughts. "I was just seeing if you were listening.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

It feels like we’ve stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.

Your humor is your compass and your shield. You can hone it into a weapon or you can pull its strands out to make your very own cotton-candy blanket. You can’t exist on a diet of humor alone, but you can’t exist on a diet without it, either.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

I hope suffering don't exist.