At least, the sun had the decency to stay the hell away from us.

It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way.

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

We wish with our hands, that's what we do as artists.

The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place.

... every available inch of his face busts into a smile - whoa. Has he blown into our school on a gust of wind from another world? The guy looks unabashedly jack-o'-lantern happy, which couldn't be more foreign to the sullen demeanor most of us strove to perfect.

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.