The humans create life, and senselessly cause death. For nothing.

I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

I don’t know what boldness came over me, but the resolute heaviness of Dash’s demeanor threatened to crush my soul. My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I like magnets a whole lot.

When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

People are like that, judging you before they know you.