Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.

And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.

The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.

His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.