Are you currently at your house?" he asked. "Um, no," I said. "That was a trick question. I knew the answer, because I am currently at your house.

That smile could end wars and cure cancer.

Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.

It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this weirdly painful joy, but I couldn't say it back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window.

I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you.

moms aren’t the best audience for medication humor.

Breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; its something that happens with you.