I think it’s the bravest thing in the world – to run straight at love, even knowing how badly you could get hurt.

I want to reach back into my history with a grade-school pink eraser, scrubbing away my decisions like mistakes on a math test. To bad I drew my mistakes in ink.

It’s been the longest timeSince I’ve been in this place,Where I spend my whole dayHoping I’ll see your face.Then I script things to say,And maybe what you’d say back.You don’t know it yet,But, girl, it’s...

Because with true friends, no one is keeping score. But it still feels good to repay them – even in the tiniest increments.

This is the currency of friendship, traded over years and miles, and I hope it’s an even exchange someday. For now, I do what all best friends do when there’s nothing left to say. We...

Laughter feels like our flotation device — it won’t pull us out of the storm, but it might carry us through, if we can just hang on.

In the moments when I feel like being truly happy is an impossible puzzle, one I’m not meant to figure out, if you have a best friend you can laugh with and a few good...

I can’t surround myself with people who are hiding their pain beneath swagger and a grin.

I see it all through the lens of my camera—the flurry of movement, the venue staff in black T-shirts, giving orders into their headsets. As I take it all in, my mind weighs the texture,...