I love making YouTube videos. I love Tumblr, I love Twitter. I love talking with people I find interesting about stuff I find interesting, and the Internet is a great way to do that.

That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.

Shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

The Venn Diagram of boys who don’t like smart girls and boys you don’t wanna date is a circle.

The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.

I mean, it’s stupid to miss someone you didn’t even get along with. But I don’t know, it was nice, you know, having someone you could always fight with.

I have guts, just not when it counts.