There Comes A Point Where You Just Love Someone. Not Because They're Good, Or Bad, Or Anything Really.

I don’t know why it had to hurt, the way she dialled the world with her little finger.

'Girl Defective' by Simmone Howell 

I’m glad it was Dylan who laughed first. Once he did I felt myself unravel. I giggled and he giggled. We were the experiment. And then there came a time when we weren’t laughing. When we locked eyes and breathed each other’s breath. Ohmystars! The firmament shakes and then everything settles. In the end everything settles.

'Everything Beautiful' by Simmone Howell 

gotta love Suzanne Collins' dedication to dropping a banger every few years, re-traumatizing a whole generation and disappearing back into the abyss without a single word

More super sweet work by Gyo Fujikawa

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Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky

All those people who are chained here thinking that their reputations matter and this little shit matters are so freaking shortsighted. Dude, what matters is that you're happy. What matters is your future. What matters is that we get out of here in one piece. What matters is finding the truth of our own lives, not caring about what other people think is the truth of us.

'Ask The Passengers' by A.S. King

The happening and telling are very different things. This doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true, only that I honestly don’t know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it. Language does this to our memories, simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An off-told story is like a photograph in a family album. Eventually it replaces the moment it was meant to capture.

We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler