tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.

In the next election, I'm voting for your mom to be the next God.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.