He reached his hands toward the door and I figured what the hell. I’d never been in a silo before, and while that’s not exactly bucket-list worthy, it’s something to do when you’re with a boy who intrigues you, scares you, and turns you on in equal measure.

Mornings were good. Cold mornings, rainy ones. It didn’t matter. They were new beginnings.

I avoid writing until I can’t avoid it anymore. Until writing comes knocking at my door like a friend I’ve neglected.

The more time you spend with someone, the more you realize they’re not perfect. Everyone comes from a different place with different problems.

People pick the stories they want to be true and they believe them. It doesn’t make the stories true.

And do you know what love is? It’s when you try to picture your life without someone and you can’t.

A lot of people say no matter what, but how many people actually experience no matter what? No matter what will fill up your head with a real mess.

It’s in those moments of admitting and accepting your own terribleness that you realize other people can be terrible too. And if they can be terrible too, then maybe they can be vulnerable too, caring too, and all the things that you are and hope to be.

And as long as the world spins on, we can still dance. No matter who we are, we can always dance.

Rumors are as important as anything. Even if they’re not true, they end up turning people into who they are.