Avoid assholes” was popular.

I had become Harry Potter. Except I was thirteen and not magic, and my destiny, whatever it was, held no profound purpose.

Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that...

I felt the threads of connection between us—fragile filaments, so easily snapped. Like the poem at shift into his side, we were craving to fit inside the other, and is melting and reshaping could be...

What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.

I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing. 

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

Lucas: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared.Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your...

Elegir estar contigo no es una difícil decisión Jacqueline… Es fácil, increíblemente fácil.

Having pretty much burned every bridge he crossed, our friendship was like a malfunction of his usually deficient people skills.

I’ve been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time – that you’re where you’re supposed to be. And it occurred to me, can you prove you’d be better off somewhere else? If you’d...

I was so afraid of wanting too much that I couldn’t trust her handing me a shot at getting it. I don’t want to be that senselessly fearful ever again.

I was holding the door for several girls in front of you, and I waited for you to catch up. When you reached me, you looked pleased, and a little surprised. Unlike the others, you...

I dreamed about the future because that’s what people persuade you to do when you’re a kid, but that’s the biggest lie of all–that you can plan. Reality is, you have no fucking clue what’s...

I guess that guys who’d never do something like that have a hard time believing some other guy would,” I said, but I could see her point. Awareness and apologies were fine and good, but...

My mother always pouted that it was actually her paintings and not her charm, her beauty or her sass that made him fall in love with her. He’d always insisted that it was definitely her...

My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh… so this is what all the fuss is...

The little kids by the water threw their hands in the air and squealed, chasing each other in circles.It was hard to believe that I’d ever been that small. That young. That happy and clueless....

Oh No! My wings are effed up!

Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence.

But girls willing to share your bed don’t equal girls willing to put up with your random crap moods, listen to your exhaustive legal opinions, or support your life’s goals the way someone who loves...

Love is not the absence of logicbut logic examined and recalculatedheated and curved to fitinside the contours of the heart

It isn’t fair how I doubt him, and I wonder if he’ll ever gather that my loss of faith extends further than I’d ever known it would, severing lines of trust and leveling my confidence...

I had to stop linking every single thing that happened to me with Kennedy. Realization dawned then, that he was still my default. Over the past three years, we’d become each other’s habit. And though...

The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.