lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

teenagers are never joking. when seeking to prove a point, principals and teachers should remember that teenagers are never, ever sarcasic or ironic. if they say "I wish someone would drop a bomb on this school right now," that means they have arranged for a nuclear arsenal to be emptied onto the school and should be immediately suspended and ridiculed. if they say they were merely coming up with a joking excuse to postpone a bio test, reply that all jokes are funny, and that since dropping a bomb on a school is not funny, it is therefore not a joke.

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

gravity, n. I imagine you saved my life. And then I wonder if I'm just imagining it.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.