There was a time when he decided that he would remind her every day how much he cared. He would tell her the truth about the secret smile that was hiding behind her eyes. One day he forgot. The next day, he did, too. Then he forgot altogether. She tried to remember how to stop feeling, and write down all the words she knew. The ink ran out.

“We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.”

We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.

"I'm talking about love and you're talking about your appetite." "Easily confused."

I'd rather end up wishing I hadn't than end up wishing I had.

Deep down, she is the most depraved woman in existence.

Why are the fucking crisis chat lines only available from 11 AM to 11 PM? As if people aren't stressing at 3 AM! I would actually assume the early morning hours are when most people are having depressing thoughts, or maybe thats just fucking me. I don't know what to do, but no one is answering their phones and I am totally, TOTALLY alone. 

I’m afraid of 
a lot of things, 
but mostly, 
most sincerely, 
I am afraid of 
being completely
unraveled by you, 
and you finding nothing 
you want in here.

It never gets easier, but you do get happier. And after five years, that's all I can ask for. 

I just like him so much I feel like I've had ten drinks today, and I've only had six.