You will go to the paper towns and never come back.
I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
For me, the hero’s journey is not the voyage from weakness to strength. The true hero’s journey is the voyage from strength to weakness.
In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla.
Before any of it could make sense, it had to be heard.
Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.