The universe is seeming really huge right now. I need something to hold on to.
Silence is a protective coating over pain.
Secrets are more powerful when people know you've got them.
How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?
Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they're boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says “Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed”-because he likes you anyways. He'll tolerate your junk.
Love is when you give someone else the power to destroy you, and you trust them not to do it.