I Never Felt The Urge To Jump

Trying To Write About Love Is Ultimately Like Trying To Have A Dictionary Represent Life. No Matter How Many Words There Are, There Will Never Be Enough.

He Was Attractive. I Knew That. And I Knew That Attractive People Always Got Away With Things.

How Can You Spend Hours Every Day Trying In Small Ways To Figure Out Who You Are, Then Have A Near-stranger Give You A Sentence Of Yourself That Says It Better Than You Ever Could?

This Is What My Voice Sounds Like I Don't Need To Be Talking To Someone Else To Hear It

Yes, Time Can Be Buoyed By Wordlessness, But It Needs To Be Anchored In Words.