I don’t understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It’s like we’re incapable of normal human interaction.
I'm not interested in making what's easy. I'm interested in making what's beautiful.
Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.
What my parents never considered is that I just wanted a choice.
I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.