Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

Cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next.

I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that's hard to look at.

There's not a lot of room for un-ironic emotion in contemporary culture. I think that irony is an important tool in dealing with the world as we find it. It's a tool of protection, but it can also be a tool of incision to get to some truth. But along the way maybe we've lost some of what I think of as the power of straightforward emotion and earnestness and seriousness.

She never acted as if she liked him all that much, but then she never acted as if she liked anyone all that much.

The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.