... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.
Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad.
Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.
I don't really care how people read. I care if people read.
For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.
The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness: 'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.