The sky is freckled with stars.

Isn’t it too convenient just to forgive yourself, let yourself off the hook? What will keep you from doing it again, then?

The damage we do to ourselves, by our own hands, sometimes that’s even worse than what’s been done to us.

Words are flowing through my brain like logs down a river.

I don’t have to agree with her to love her.

We all screw up. We all wish we were stronger than we are, and not one of us will get through this life without regret.

I always thought saying sorry was more about alleviating guilt, that apologies were designed for the mouth, not for the ears.

Sometimes I wonder why words can't actually make us bleed.

Maybe one is enough