People always get used to beauty though.

I think if you went back to the eighteenth century and you asked a fifteen year old boy, 'Would you like to marry a woman who has had plastic bags needlessly inserted into her breasts?', that fifteen year old boy would probably be like, 'what's plastic?'.

You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.

My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.

And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.

Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad.

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.