He wasn't perfect or anything. He wasn;t your fairytale prince charming or whatever. He tried to be like that sometimes,but i liked him best when that stuff fell away.

I think maybe I know why,' she finally said. 'Why?' 'Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said.

‎"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.

We have this habit of romanticizing the lives of writers. I remember when I was a kid, I was like, 'I want to be Kurt Vonnegut.'

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.

I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.