I wish the world would swallow us here, whole, in this moment. And that's when it hits me that this - this - is falling in love.

I wish the world would swallow us here, whole, in this moment. And that's when it hits me that this - this - is falling in love.

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...]

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. "Is this okay?" I whisper. "Are you okay?" His reply is anguished. Honest. "I love you."

I am hard on myself. But isn't it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn't it better to break it yourself?