I Fell in Love With Hope

Just because the stars fell doesn't mean they weren't worth wishing on.

No, not depressed. They ruined that word for me. I think the worst feeling in the world is telling someone you’re in pain and hearing them say there’s no wound.

Because you don't lose someone once. You lose them hearing a song that reminds you of their smile. Passing an old landmark. Laughing at a joke they would've laughed at. You lose them infinitely.

People have this delusion of inherent purpose as if fate is written in stone when really the pen has always been in our hands

We spent our whole lives together pretending, but if you pretend for too long, reality reminds you one way or another that it doesn't like being insulted

But sometimes parents love the idea of their child more than the person they are. That kind of love is suffocating.

Then I'll spread your ashes in the sea and walk into the waves.

You know you never wanted us to be happy, Sam. Happiness is a brittle, fleeting thing. You wanted us to feel loved, and we did

Hate is a choice. Love is not.

All my tomorrows are yours.

I understand why it hurts. I understand the loneliness of not being seen. I understand, most of all, from years of watching, that ignorance is worse than cruelty.

Time, Disease, and Death are the greatest thieves in the world.

Sometimes hope just isn't enough. It isn't meant to save people.

Life is made of so many goodbyes welded together. So dread the endings. Cry and rage and curse them. Just don't forget to cherish the beginnings and all that comes in between.

We are all passive protagonists until we learn how to write.

Because if we chose to only love what we didn't lose, then we would never love at all.

You're allowed to love books and broken things.

Bouquets lay next to unread cards wishing recovery in messy cursive. I haven't always understood irony but I like this particular piece. For someone you wish to live, give them something that is dying.

Si Dieu me laisse, on sera ensemble pour toujours.

The dead do not haunt, no matter how much you beg them to.

In French, you do not say you miss someone. You say they are missing from you.

She gives people life only to deny it for herself.

We're going to die, so what? Everyone dies and everything ends. Sometimes endings are abrupt. They hit you in the face and it's too soon and it's unfair, but that doesn't matter. The last page doesn't define the book.

I never feel anything,” I whisper. “But every time I remember how little you think of yourself, I feel angry. I feel like banishing anyone and everyone who ever made you believe you deserve to be alone. Because that kind of pain, it– it can ruin people, it can make them lose faith in everything, just like Hamlet did, but you? You look at me more than anyone ever has, and no one ever looks twice at me. I’m a skull in a graveyard. I’m empty.

she eyes me like a book she wants to tear off a shelf,

You really are a strange, beautiful thing.

In one way or another, all first loves are lost.

Time is kind with grief. It takes it from you, piece by piece, till the sorrow is a song you remember the beat of but no longer hear.