If my love were an ocean,

there would be no more land.

If my love were a desert,

you would see only sand.

If my love were a star—

late at night, only light.

And if my love could grow wings,

I’d be soaring in flight.

— Hannah Baker. Thirteen Reasons Why, Jay Asher

I believe in hope, in what is sometimes called “radical hope.” I believe there is hope for us all, even amid the suffering—and maybe even inside suffering. And that’s why I write fiction, probably. It’s my attempt to keep that fragile strand of radical hope, to build a fire in the darkness.

John Green

These days, I’ve been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: “Things I can change,” and “Things I can’t.

Taylor Swift

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What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.

Looking for Alaska, John Green

I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven or fear of hell, but because He is God.

Rabe’a al-Adiwiyah (Looking for Alaska, John Green)

I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.

Looking for Alaska, John Green

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I love my dashboard!

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There's always 3 sides to every story

What time is it where you are? I miss you more than anything. I’m back at home, you feel so far. Waiting for the phone to ring. It’s getting lonely living upside down. I don’t even want to be in this town. Trying to figure out the time zone’s making me crazy.

You say good morning when it’s midnight. Going out of my head, alone in this bed. I wake up to your sunset. And it’s driving me mad. I miss you so bad. And my heart heart, heart is so jet lagged…

What time is it where you are? Five more days and I’ll be home. I keep your picture in my car. I hate the thought of you alone. I’ve been keeping busy all the time, just to try to keep you off my mind. Trying to figure out the time zone’s making me crazy.

You say good morning when it’s midnight. Going out of my head, alone in this bed. I wake up to your sunset. And it’s driving me mad. I miss you so bad. And my heart heart, heart is so jet lagged…

I miss you so bad… I wanna share your horizon, and see the same sun rising. Turn the hour hand back to when you were holding me.

You say good morning when it’s midnight. Going out of my head, alone in this bed. I wake up to your sunset. And it’s driving me mad. I miss when you say good morning but it’s midnight. Going out of my head, alone in this bed. I wake up to your sunset. And it’s driving me mad. I miss you so bad. And my heart heart, heart is so jet lagged…

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