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.

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE.

Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person.

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.