It was time to let go of the mad desire to remember. It was time to start living whatever life would come. In the present, not the past.
What’s so great about writing?” “You can make anything true
Then that’s what the Northern Lights are. All the lives that we’re not living.
No sky Leila had seen before could compare to the beauty she was seeing above her. It didn’t feel like some accident of nature but rather something that was purposefully unleashed on the world.
Funny, how it took a little bit of pain to remember that certain parts of yourself were alive.
As long as we don’t get turned into something that looks more like high school, more like everybody else and less like us, I’ll be okay.
People go entire lives without figuring out exactly what they want from life. You already have it, and the future you and your dad have planned out for you in going to take it away from you.
What if she was supposed to be a painter, but no one ever gave her a brush?
All the recognizable cliques came by, and so did those un-groupable stragglers who were known by their little circles of two or three.
I keep expecting to bump into you two on the road, but maybe the universe isn’t yet ready to handle you and me side by side again.
I’m usually a bit awkward in houses that I haven’t been to before, so it’s a way to not look weird. If I find something I’ve read before it automatically makes me more comfortable.
She wanted to reach up to the night and dig her fingers into it, beg it to stay just a little bit longer.
No point in living a life less ordinary if you don’t know what the other side looks like.
To be sorry you hurt me is not enough for me to forgive you.