How ballsy it was to just assume you know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.

Sometimes love can be an ugly thing.

I used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I'd never have any time to write.

No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future. It's all linked together.

After all, it's all kinds of things that make up a life, right? The big, like falling in love and spending time with your family, and the little....like blow drying your hair, applying concealer, and cursing those magazine inserts. It all counts. It has to.

My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened to me in this summer of weddings and beginnings. And she was right. The first boy was always the hardest.

Says the girl with no thyme.