Sometimes love can be an ugly thing.

Of course it hurts", she grumbled, tipping my head further back. "Life sucks. Get over it

Whenever something great happens, you’re always kind of poised for the universe to correct itself.

I think I'm too lazy a writer to do something like historical fiction. You have to do so much research. I just write what I know.

Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.

There's this other half of him I don't know of, it's like he is trying to keep it a secret... if he would just let me inside so I can help.

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge