Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

Sam," she said, and I crushed her to me.

She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.

I didn't want normal until I didn't have it anymore

I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.

I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.

Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.