Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.

Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.

Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen.

The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it had just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to clean itself up.

I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps beating when i want it so badly to stop