And Xander’s kiss, my first real kiss, makes me press my lips together, try to taste it again.
Is falling in love with someone’s story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?
No one should die alone.
For what is the point of having something lovely if you never share it?
How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
Water’s always moving. It’s never the same.
The words hush and hang in the room, too soft for the port to hear above the other sounds in the house.
You could feel the sun on your face. You could touch a tree that had roots in the ground. You could walk for miles and never come across the edge of your world.
People can be miracles.
Getting to my seventeenth birthday felt like steps taken slowly down a path where I saw each pebble, noticed each leaf, and felt pleasantly bored and anticipatory at the same time.
As the society reminds us, there’s a difference between knowledge and technology. Knowledge doesn’t fail us.
It’s a waste of water to cry, I tell myself, but I can’t seem to stop.
The two desires struggle within me: the desire to be safe, and the desire to know. I cannot tell which one will win.
Suddenly, I see the other side of choice. Of all of us having it. Sometimes we will choose wrong.
It’s one thing to be fired upon and another to be warmed.