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

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

Its a fine line between love and stalking.

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

I've worn black today, because I've heard so often that it's supposed to be slimming. But instead I am this sphere of darkness submarining through the halls.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.