Friendship is not about who you spend the most time with, it’s about who you have the best time with and who’s actually there for you.

She wraps her legs around your waist. She whispers in your ear. “Stay.” This is your cue to kiss her. Wrap your fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet beat beat beating.  She won’t always be this vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of your hand. This is your cue to pull her closer. Place a gentle thumb on her bottom lip and breathe. “Stay, stay, stay” she says. Tell her you will. Tell her: “okay.”

Your voice calms me down better than a symphony.

A flower blossoms for its own joy.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.

Her veins were filled with honey and sugar, but her nerves were made of steel.

She’s the type of girl that can be so hurt but can still look at you and smile

I am both worse and better than you thought.

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

You can be a good person with a kind heart and still say no.

And suddenly nothing even mattered anymore. All I wanted was to sleep forever.