But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

The world is quieter now. It is never quiet, but it can get quieter. What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread. Nighttime is not that. Nighttime still rustles, still creaks and whispers and trembles in its throat. It is not darkness we fear, but our own helplessness within it. How merciful to have been granted the other senses.

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

When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways.

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.