I’d give in to the grief but make sure I wasn’t loud enough to draw attention from those who think words will make me feel better.
But hey, if there’s one bright side to your dying, it’s that you aren’t around to tell me things I don’t like hearing. I’m sorry. That was a dickhead thing to say. I need a condom for my mouth.
Puzzles are sort of like life because you can mess up and rebuild later, and you’re likely smarter the next time around.
Yes, we live, or we’re given the chance to, at least, but sometimes living is hard and complicated because of fear.
No matter how we choose to live, we both die at the end.
I’ve spent years living safely to secure a longer life, and look where that’s gotten me. I’m at the finish line but I never ran the race.
I look up, and Jackson’s eyes find mine. For a second, it almost feels like we’re about to race into the hole to join you. Being buried alive has got to be better than whatever comes next.
I would do my damn best to be more happy than not.
No one goes on, but what we leave behind keeps us alive for someone else.
Every universe I’ve created lately, your face keeps popping up in it.
There’s got to be some scientific study somewhere that proves your boyfriend’s sweater will keep you warmer and cure you of any illnesses a lot faster, than some Pottery Barn blanket.
Everyone plays a purpose, even fathers who lie to you or leave you behind. Time takes care of all that pain so if someone derails you, it’ll be okay eventually.
I’m blown away by how happy you make me. Thank you for being there for me when I’m stupid enough to think I’d rather be alone.
Entire lives aren’t lessons, but there are lessons in lives.
I’m definitely of the ‘Harry Potter’-transfigured-me-into-a-reader-and-writer generation. And that’s really all I read throughout my teen years, because I really devoted all my time to writing and reading friends’ fan-fiction.