I have a theory that the world is broken up into two kinds of people.””Yeah?””Yep. On the one side are the people who love the Harry Pottery books and wish that they could attend Hogwarts...

I can barely breathe but I think that his lips might be better than oxygen at the moment.

You dump trash. You dump yard waste and old ripped couches that smell like body odor and forgetfulness. You dump cigarette butts and banana peels and hazardous waste. But people?

I’m being fair, it was the best kiss of my life- a kiss that finds all your seams and pulls them apart, stitch by detail stitch.

It’s hard to say how it happens. How all of the bits of me – even the broken ones – start to tumble. I think it’s my toes that go first. Next – my legs...

All we get are moments, Cole. One at a time, like heartbeats. Once all of them is gone, that’s it. No do-overs. No repeats. Every moment possesses its down kind of magic and what we...

But, here’s a sad fact: perfect isn’t meant to be. When you aim for perfect, you just wind up ruined.

Here’s what I think: it’s one thing to know that rejection is coming, and it’s an entirely different thing when it arrives.

You, Cole. I like you.

When he touches me, the sky and the earth switch places.