Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the….

I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe..

My grandmother thinks it's really funny to put all sorts of things in our - my lunch. I never know what'll be inside: e.e. cummings, flower petals, a….

We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story..

How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring a….

He doesn't have to say it, i feel it too; it's not subtle - like every bell for miles and miles is ringing at once, loud and clanging, hungry ones an….

[Lennie meets Joe - he works out that she was named after John Lennon] I nod. "Mom was a hippie." This is northern Northern California after all - th….

... every available inch of his face busts into a smile - whoa. Has he blown into our school on a gust of wind from another world? The guy looks unab….

Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person..

I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth..

Life's a freaking mess. In fact, I'm going to tell Sarah we need to start a new philosophical movement: messessentialism instead of existentialism: F….

Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring an….

I gasp, because Isn't that just exactly what I've been doing too: writing poems and scattering them to the winds with the same hope as Gram that some….

I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stone….

Reality is crushing. The world is a wrong-sized shoe. How can anyone stand it?.

There were once two sisters who were not afriad of the dark because the dark was full of the other's voice across the room, because even when the nig….

Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of peopleMaybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time. Hauling them in as we make choices, good ….

I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen..

That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly..

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it..

For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me..