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

It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world..

But then I think about my sister and what a shell-less turtle she was and how she wanted me to be one too. C'mon, Lennie, she used to say to me at le….

The Color Of Extraordinary..

If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else..

He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and ….

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath….

Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris..

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..

The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place..

And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks..

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….

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath..

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….

This is our story to tell. You’d think for all the reading I do, I would have thought about this before, but I haven’t. I’ve never once thought about….

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 murmers into my hair, "Forget what I said earlier, let's stick with this, I might not survive anything more." I laugh. Then he jumps up, finds my ….

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese….

I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in time-lapse photography, g….

At least, the sun had the decency to stay the hell away from us..

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was..