that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets

I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of her feet against my legs when she climbed into bed. I missed the shape of her shadow where it fell across the page of my book. I missed the smell of her hair and the sound of her breath and my Rilke on her nightstand and her wet towel thrown over the back of her desk chair. It felt like I should be sated after having a whole day with her, but it just made me miss her more.

Did you know you get one happy day for every one you catch?... One happy day for every falling leaf you catch" -sam

Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The timbre of his voice stuck in my head like music.

We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.

you wanted saving didn't you?