Travelling's not something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing. You can't work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed

Mia,” Kim said, an edge of warning in her voice signaling the end of her patience. “You’re starting to act like one of those girls. Do you need to get me a gun?

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one little seed grew this tumor of a flowering plant. And I’m the one who nurtures it. I water it. I care for it.I nibble from its poison berries. I let it wrap around my neck, choking the air right out of me. I’ve done that. All by myself. All to myself.

It doesn't rain every day. Just every other day.

It takes certain kind of naiveté, or perhaps just stupidity, to know things will end and still hope otherwise.