If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.
It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.
There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.
Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.
You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.
Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it’s how you see them,that’s how they really are.It’s like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.