The whole point of fanfiction is that you get to play inside somebody else's universe. Rewrite the rules. Or bend them. The story doesn't have to end. You can stay in this world, this world you love, as long as you want, as long as you keep thinking of new stories.

I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.

I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.

That was the beauty in stacking up words--they got cheaper, the more you had of them.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

Don't make me angry-kiss you.

It had taken years to put themselves back together, and so what if some things didn’t get put back in the right place? At least they could hold themselves up.