High School made me realize that the people who say they will never change, are always the ones who change the most.

And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.

It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes.

Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.

People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.

Isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are? We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection--uncracked and uncrackable.