Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

“It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.”

“You can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.”

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”

“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”

“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”