School is school-she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.

What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.

Deep breaths. I am taking deep breaths. Composure. Which, for me, means composing... Maybe this is my way of creating the illusion of control over something I have no control over. Like, if it's just a story I'm telling or a song I'm singing, then I'll be okay because I'm the guy who's providing the words.

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

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

We remember what it was like to meet someone new. We remember what it was like to grant someone possibility. You look out from your own world and then you step into his, not really knowing what you’ll find there, but hoping it will be something good. Both Ryan and Avery are doing this. You step into his world and you don’t even realize your loneliness is missing. You’ve left it behind, and you don’t notice because you have no desire to turn back.