With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.
the sadness will ebbthe trouble is the time it might take
Maybe fate’s arithmetic is so diffuse that it’s not arithmetic at all.
If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.
Our friendship is made of bendy straws, long midnight letters,my so-called life marathons, sleepless sleepovers, diner milk shakes, apron strings, a belief in beauty,sucking helium, and the most trust I’ve ever felt for anyone, including...
I wanted love to conquer all. But love can’t conquer anything.
you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.
I want to talk to you and be random with you and be ridiculous with you.
Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.