It's ridiculous how difficult a question can be when the answer means so much.

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

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.

I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.

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

You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.