Life’s a freaking mess… there’s not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It’s all a beautiful calamitous mess.

It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.

For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me.

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.

I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.

He murmers into my hair, "Forget what I said earlier, let's stick with this, I might not survive anything more." I laugh. Then he jumps up, finds my wrists, and pins them over my head. "Yeah, right. Totally joking, I want to do everything with you, whenever you're ready, I'm the one, promise?" He's above me, batting and grinning like a total hooplehead. "I promise," I say. "Good. Glad that's decided." He raises an eyebrow. "I'm going to deflower you, John Lennon.

That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.