I don’t drink to get drunk. That’s just not cute.

There's more to life than dating the boy on the football team.

There’s something to be said for being young and needing someone so badly that you jump in headfirst without looking.

Given that everyone is giving you their own opinion about him, I think the only opinion you should listen to is yours.

I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers.

I'm not really that girl who dreams about her wedding day.

There's an old poem by Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we're trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning.