It’s fine, fucking take it. I’ve been needing a new one, anyways.
I told someone that I love them today / I’m not sure that my stomach can take this. . .
Free and fine and young and us / Is love all I can say?
Your hesitation lent itself / To an ocean’s depth of reverence . . .
If I walked through the snow without leaving footprints . . .
You are my Lotus Eater, / Punch eternity to my eardrum . . .
The cold midnight wind was no match / For the glass in the palms of our hands . . .
All those who come to know love are bound to feel its sting. Love and pain are so tightly wound that in effect they are nearly the same: the only shift is in how one may feel at a given moment in time…
First, Aspen Taylor carried letters, letters she had written to herself over the summer. In all her worries and anxiousness, all her curiosities and speculations, she had written to herself about what she thought the school would be like…