So many things become beautiful when you really look.

As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes for a second, as though I’m looking at him through my camera lens, zoomed in all the way, the world pausing for that tiny span of time between the opening and closing of the shutter.

people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.

Love. I love you. I’ll always love you, my love. You are the love of my life.

willing me to understand: that people should be sacrificed to causes, that beauty can be built on the backs of the dead.

My heart is fluid and soaring. There's no longer any space between heartbeats.

...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.