We both know dad was my parental trash can, the fatherly receptacle on whom I dumped my emotions.

But are there really good people? Good people, through and through? Or are we all just varying versions of bad people, some trying harder to be good?

Humans eat sand. That’s why they spend so much time on land”.

Basically, everyone thinks–knows–how sweet I am.Emma, you threw my sister through hurricane-proof glass.

After all, her motto is “Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

It’s easy to remember, because dating rhymes with mating, and they’re almost the same […] So your mom thinks we’re ma– Uh, dating?

Did you hear what I said? She’s ex-Mob. Her gun probably eats guns like that for breakfast.

Nice shack

Emma, I will love you with every breath in my body and beyond my own death. I swear to be your shield, your protector, your worshipper. There is nothing I will deny you. I am...

But pessimism and reality are usually mistaken for each other

I like the idea of feeling small. Sometimes life can seem bigger than you, you know? But knowing you’re less than a speck in the whole scheme of things takes the pressure off, sort of.

Funny how a little sleep, a little makeup, and a lot of contemplating can make you feel like a different person – a stronger version of yourself.

Morning tide makes a great companion when you don’t want to be around people. It soothes and comforts and doesn’t ask for anything.