is this fragile love/ a way/ to say/ goodbye

There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

It's like thinking you're going to heaven, but when you get there it turns out to be Cleveland.

it's just another way to die

One thousand brilliant stars punched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing. I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite number and depth pulling me into a part of myself that I ignored during the day.

Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.

I'm always sure of what I do," he said. "Sometimes I was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending.