Honesty is nothing more than a party trick, and you know how much I love to dance.

Everything is all right,When you’re here,When you’re right next to me,When my hand is in yours,Don’t leave me,Don’t leave me empty handed.

Life is terribly awkward and uncomfortable, so we spend our time searching for those who make it all a little less unpleasant.

Our hearts will be broken a thousand times over, but who is to say that our hearts were ever perfect to begin with? Maybe they can withstand a few cracks. After all, the way that...

I deleted your number. Although I know the tired digits by heart, scout’s honor, pinky promise.I am trying to talk myself out of every emotion I’m having, and of course, it is failing to a...

I have a horrid scar right under my left knee from you. Well, the absence of you. Seems appropriate. But I still miss you. My pillowcase smells like you, so I bury my face in...

Being a blesséd writer is a cursed attribute, when you wish to no longer be encompassed by someone and yet you are surrounded by loose leaf papers filled with the sound of his voice.