I imagine how cool it would be if all small talk wasn't lies.

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.

I don't know the first thing about holding together a family, especially one that resembles an heirloom vase, shattered but glued back together for its beauty, and no one mentions that you can see the cracks as plain as day.

Everyone has a story; everyone hides his past as a means of self-preservation. Some just do it better, and more thoroughly, than others.

sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.

Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it.

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.