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?

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

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.

What my parents never considered is that I just wanted a choice.

I don’t understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It’s like we’re incapable of normal human interaction.

Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.

Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough.