An ache is just an ache: something that settles into your heart and reminds you that love is there even if the person you love isn’t.

We’re goddamn witches. Don’t tell us we can’t.

Sometimes I think feelings are bigger than people. More powerful. They make people do things that can’t be undone. I used to think feelings were part of a person, but lately I’ve been thinking they are separate beings, that they come like aliens and invade people’s bodies and cause destruction.

I am a vacation. I am the Caribbean, and a fruity drink and a sunburn and a break from real life. But I am not real life. No one lives in the Caribbean. No one wants a fruity drink every day. I’d rather be water: necessary.

It’s strange how in the craziest moments you reach for normal things like handshakes and formal introductions.

That’s the thing about anxiety: It’s a real time suck.

Traditions don’t come out of nowhere. They come from something sacred and strange.

I feel stupid for thinking the future was going to be easy and simple and ours.

You are more wonderful than rain.

Sometimes it’s a comfort to tell the same stories over and over; sometimes it’s a torture.