Everyone was satisfied, no one was happy.
At a glance you wouldn’t say she was anything special, but she was, she really, really was. Her personality lit up the bar, it stoked the fires, her smile was an epic guitar solo, and you knew you had walked into her domain from the moment you stepped through the door.
We are part of the universe, beautiful and infinite, simple and small, all at the same time. We are meaningless, and we are everything.
Because it’s painfully fucking obvious. You’re the problem. She left because you’re not worth being with.
The idea was she would stand naked, or as naked as she could stand, in front of the mirror and read the words out loud every day.
Boy my folks are proud of me.
Be careful what you wish for.
There is beauty everywhere. You just have to look for it.
High school had been kinder to Rebecca than it had been to most, which wasn’t the same as kind.
…everything was going to be just fine.