Phillip is the Paul McCartney of our family: better-looking than the rest of us, always facing a different direction in pictures, and occasionally rumored to be dead.

She was smart and funny and vulnerable and just so goddamned beautiful, the kind of beautiful that was worth being shot down over.

I may not be old but I’m too old to have this much nothing

Sometimes you walk past a pretty girl on the street there's something beyond beauty in her face, something warm and smart and inviting, and in the three seconds you have to look at her, you actually fall in love, and in those moments, you can actually know the taste of her kiss, the feel of her skin against yours, the sound of her laugh, how she'll look at you and make you whole. And then she's gone, and in the five seconds afterwards, you mourn her loss with more sadness than you'll ever admit to.

We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.

Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.

We are injured and angry, scared and sad. Some families, like some couples, become toxic to each other after prolonged exposure.