Love is my drug of choice, even if it comes laced with pain and disaster.

Each time that I have felt like I might finally be figuring some things out, life has decided to change the rules and I’ve had to start all over again.

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I’m trapped inside of its breathless center.

For so many years, I couldn’t understand why every time I thought that someone finally loved me, like… for real, they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom I’ve ever loved is trapped inside of my chest. I’ve breathed all of them in so deeply that I’ve nearly choked and died on every soul that I’ve ever given myself to.

Stop trying to be less of who you are. Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back.