I Don’t Think Anyone Who Falls In

When I'm With You, Bells Go Off In My Head Like A Moving Truck That's Backing Up.

I Adore The Way He Looks At Me Sometimes, As If Love Is A Quantity He Cannot Measure Scientifically, Because It Multiplies Too Quickly.

Sometimes I Think My Whole Life Has Been About Holding On To You.

I Think Grief Is Like A Really Ugly Couch. It Never Goes Away. You Can Decorate Around It; You Can Slap A Doily On Top Of It; You Can Push It To The Corner Of The Room-but Eventually, You Learn To Live With It.

I Imagine How Cool It Would Be If All Small Talk Wasn't Lies.